Others detected the mighty surge of Homer, or the flow of Virgil, and a few discerning minds found the wit shown in the comedies of the Restoration, from which he had unconsciously plucked the good, leaving the bad.
It is but a truth to say that every day he lived in these days he lived a week or maybe a month.

The stillness, the utter absence of his kind, drove his mind inward with extraordinary force.

He gained a breadth of vision and a power of penetration of which he had not dreamed.

He acquired toleration, too.

Looking over the recent events in his perilous life, he failed to find hate for anybody.