He remained for me at least very much the same innocent, clumsy, pathetic, and frequently irritating figure that he had been at the beginning.

I will honestly confess that I was often heartily tired of his Glebeshire stories, tired too of a certain childish obstinacy with which he clung to his generally crude and half-baked opinions.
But then I do not care to be contradicted by people of whom, intellectually, I have a low estimation; it is one of my most unfortunate weaknesses.

I had no opinion of Trenchard's intellect at all, and in that I was quite wrong.

Semyonov at this time flung Nikitin, Andrey Vassilievitch, Trenchard and myself into one basket.
We were all "crazy romantics" and there came an occasion, which I have reason most clearly to remember, when he told us what he thought of us.

We were together, Semyonov, Nikitin, Trenchard and I, after breakfast, smoking cigarettes, enjoying half an hour's idleness before setting about our various business.