John Talbot Smith, The Art of Disappearing
“ My uncle, the Senator, is about to place me in politics.""I knew he would launch you on that stormy sea," Monsignor answered reflectively, "but you are not bound to accept the enterprise.""It will give me distraction, and I need distraction from this intolerable pain," tapping his breast with a gesture of anguish."It will surely counter-irritate. It has entranced men like the Senator, and your chief; even men like Birmingham. They have the ambition which runs with great ability. It's a pity that the great prizes are beyond them." ”
