I’m convinced that much of Russell’s investigations are on wrong lines, unsound lines. I am not French in the least. It's almost incredible. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Jonathan Wild and his bloodhounds, with a hundred others, incited by the reward, will be upon my track. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. You ignore me! That’s not a good way to treat your only friend.
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