You can't succeed without them, as things are.

You've got to win them over.

Prove to them that they can trust you." He sat for a minute tattooing with his fingers on the table, before speaking.
"It's the frills and flummery part of it that frightens me," he said.
"You wouldn't think that sensitiveness was my weak point.

But it is.
I've stood up to a Birmingham mob that was waiting to lynch me and enjoyed the experience; but I'd run ten miles rather than face a drawing- room of well-dressed people with their masked faces and ironic courtesies.

It leaves me for days feeling like a lobster that has lost its shell." "I wouldn't say it, if I didn't mean it," answered Joan; "but you haven't got to trouble yourself about that.