So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
He had one of those rare smiles
with a quality of eternal reassurance in it,
that you may come across four or five times in life.
It faced, or seemed to face,
the whole external world for an instant
and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.
It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood,
believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.
It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.