[antform] ponder. He says

[Rodak S. <mel...@hb...>]

 with a gentle expectation that presently they will achieve the great
feat. Now if there

is a man on earth who is the utter contrary of everything that this
description
implies; whose very existence is an insult to the ideal it realizes;
whose eye disparages, whose resonant voice denounces, whose cold
shoulder jostles every decency, every delicacy, every amenity, every
dignity, every sweet usage of that quiet life

of mutual admiration
in which perfect Shakespearian appreciation

is expected to arise, that man is Frank Harris. Here is one

who is extraordinarily qualified, by a range of sympathy and
understanding that extends from the ribaldry of a buccaneer to the
shyest tendernesses of the most sensitive poetry, to be all things
to all
men, yet whose proud humor it is to be to every man,
provided the man is eminent and pretentious, the champion of his
enemies. To the Archbishop

he is an atheist, to the atheist a Catholic mystic, to the
Bismarckian Imperialist an Anacharsis Klootz, to Anacharsis Klootz a
Washington, to Mrs Proudie a Don Juan, to Aspasia
a John Knox: in short, to everyone his complement rather than his
counterpart, his antagonist rather than his fellow-creature. Always