“To the men exposed to his rule Lymond never appeared ill: he was never tired; he was never worried, or pained, or disappointed, or passionately angry. If he rested, he did so alone; if he slept, he took good care to sleep apart. “—I sometimes doubt if he’s human,” said Will, speaking his thought aloud. “It’s probably all done with wheels.”
“Never having been able to succeed in the world, he took his revenge by speaking ill of it.”
“He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.”
“Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.”
“He never thought about what people cared of him, otherwise he wouldn't have had nearly all the fun he did in his life.”
“Anxiety is secretive. He does not trust anyone, not even his friends, Worry, Terror, Doubt and Panic … He likes to visit me late at night when I am alone and exhausted. I have never slept with him, but he kissed me on the forehead once, and I had a headache for two years …”