Henry F
He felt his jaw tighten. Never in his life, either in this world, or in the last, had anyone ever had the temerity to give Henry such a dressing down. It infuriated him to no end at all. It enraged him. It angered him. It angered him because it was almost certainly the truth.
"Say, son, that you are correct. This world doesn't understand a man such as the one you describe. And even if I were to be utterly up-front with such a thing-- if it were true, I'm not saying one way or the other-- I would not be able to hold on to it all. Any of it, possibly."