I'm not finding fault with him; everybody knows that he never cared for anything but Mount Vernon.
For all that, we idolize him.

To us he is Morality, Justice, Duty, Truth; half a dozen Roman gods with capital letters.

He is austere, solitary, grand; he ought to be deified.

I hardly feel easy, eating, drinking, smoking here on his portico without his permission, taking liberties with his house, criticising his bedrooms in his absence.
Suppose I heard his horse now trotting up on the other side, and he suddenly appeared at this door and looked at us.

I should abandon you to his indignation.