"No. Can't like it. I can't."

Sheridan jumped up, his patience gone. To his own view, he had
reasoned exhaustively, had explained fully and had pleaded more than
a father should, only to be met in the end with the unreasoning and
mysterious stubbornness which had been Bibbs's baffling characteristic
from childhood. "By George, you will!" he cried. "You'll go back
there and you'll like it! Gurney says it won't hurt you if you like
it, and he says it'll kill you if you go back and hate it; so it looks
as if it was about up to you not to hate it. Well, Gurney's a fool!
Hatin' work doesn't kill anybody; and this isn't goin' to kill you,
whether you hate it or not. I've never made a mistake in a serious
matter in my life, and it wasn't a mistake my sendin' you there in the
first place. And I'm goin' to prove it--I'm goin' to send you back
there and vindicate my judgment. Gurney says it's all 'mental
attitude.' Well, you're goin' to learn the right one! He says in a
couple more months this fool thing that's been the matter with you'll
be disappeared completely and you'll be back in as good or better
condition than you were before you ever went into the shop. And right
then is when you begin over--right in that same shop! Nobody can call
me a hard man or a mean father. I do the best I can for my chuldern,
and I take full responsibility for bringin' my sons up to be men.
Now, so far, I've failed with you. But I'm not goin' to keep ON
failin'. I never tackled a job YET I didn't put through, and I'm not
goin' to begin with my own son. I'm goin' to make a MAN of you. By
God! I am!"

Bibbs rose and went slowly to the door, where he turned. "You say
you give me a couple of months?" he said.