He was completely happy and successful and popular.

Then there was another man, an old canon who taught me Latin before I went to Rugby, an old, untidy, dirty man, whose sermons were dull and his manners bad.

He was a failure in life--and he was a failure to himself; dissatisfied with what he used to call his 'bundle of rotten twigs,' his life and habits and thoughts.

But he thought that somewhere there was something he would find that would save him--somewhere, sometime ...

not God merely--'like a key that will open all the doors in the house.' To me he was fascinating.