my temper I dare not vouch for. it is i believe too little yielding. certainly too little for the convenience of the world. i cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offences against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. my temper would perhaps be called resentful. my good opinion once lost is lost for ever.
“DON’T LIE TO ME BOY! I know what you’re thinkin’. You’re thinkin’, ‘Here comes Old Gregg! He’s a scaly manfish!’ You don’t know me. You don’t know what I got. I got somethin’ to show ya!”