Not my idea of God, but God. Not my idea of H. , but H. Yes, and also not my idea of my neighbour, but my neighbour. For don't we often make this mistake as regards people who are still alive -- who are with us in the same room? Talking and acting not to the man himself but to the picture -- almost the précis -- we've made of him in our own minds? And he has to depart from it pretty widely before we even notice the fact.
I am one who fights without a knack of hoping confidentlysimply a Scotch-Irishman who will not be conquered.