“ He was a rich man: banker, merchant, manufacturer, and what not.
A big, loud man, with a stare, and a metallic laugh. A man made out of coarse material, which
seemed to have been stretched to make so much of him…
A man who was always proclaiming, through
that brassy speaking-trumpet of a voice of his, his old ignorance and his old poverty. A man who
was the Bully of humility.”