One second he was in my face, making me feel stupid and useless. The next he was like this: hovering, concerned, worried.
I leave to others the sublime delights of riding in the storm, better pleased with sound sleep & a warmer berth below it encircled, with the society of neighbors, friends & fellow laborers of the earth rather than with spies & sycophants. . . I have no ambition to govern men. It is a painful and thankless office.