"Much obliged. Second count in the indictment, please."

"You've got strange, unsettling notions. The profs don't like
them."

"Don't they?"

"You know what I mean. We didn't make this world. We've got to
take it as it is. You can't make it over. There are always going
to be rich people and poor ones. Just because you've fed
indigestibly on Ibsen and Shaw you can't change facts."

"So you advise?"

"Soft pedal your ideas if you must have them."

"Hasn't a man got to see things as straight as he can?"

"That's no reason for calling in the neighbors to rejoice with him
because he has astigmatism."

Jeff came back with a tag of Emerson, whose phrases James was fond
of quoting in his speeches. "Whoso would be a man must be a
non-conformist. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of
your own mind."

"You can push that too far. It isn't practical. We've got to make
compromises, especially with established things."

Jeff sat up on the bed. Points of light were dancing in his big