Morley Roberts,
The Arbitrator
(1895)
“ I have no nerves left, and am a perfect wreck, an empty bottle, a stove-in cask, a dried-up spring, the shadow of my full self. I am amorphous, blotched, bleared, gibbous, gastado, wasted. Then I come and look at you, and sit here and grow again. I am nearly ready now " "I see the energy coming up in you," said Rivers. "But you are a full-sized idiot to work like that." "Every man to his method," cried Gurdon, touching the bell. "Have a gin-and-bitters, Rivers?" They drank together, and Gurdon expanded: his red beard glowed. "I'm going to do a good month's work for Fredericks," said he. ”
