it, you can't explain to it, you can't even speak to it.

PAMELA. But you can stand up to it. You needn't run away from it.

BOB. I think I would have broken my bail and run, if it hadn't been
for you. But you would have thought less of me if I had. Besides, I
shouldn't have seen you again.

PAMELA. Bob, you mustn't just do, or not do, things for _me_; you
must do them because of yourself. You must be brave because it's
you, and honourable because it's you, and cheerful because it's you.
You mustn't just say, "I won't let Pamela down." You must say, "I
won't let myself down." You must be proud of yourself.

BOB (bitterly). I've been taught to be proud of myself, haven't I?
Proud of myself! What's the family creed? "I believe in Gerald. I
believe in Gerald the Brother. I believe in Gerald the Son. I
believe in Gerald the Nephew. I believe in Gerald the Friend, the
Lover, Gerald the Holy Marvel." There may be brothers who don't mind
that sort of thing, but not when you're born jealous as I was. Do
you think father or mother cares a damn what happens to me? They're
upset, of course, and they feel the disgrace for themselves, but the
beloved Gerald is all right, and that's all that really matters.

PAMELA. Bob, dear, forget about Gerald now. Don't think about him;
think about yourself.

BOB. I shan't think about myself or about Gerald when I'm in prison.
I shall only think of you.