To the men exposed to his rule Lymond never appeared ill: he was never tired; he was never worried, or pained, or disappointed, or passionately angry. If he rested, he did so alone; if he slept, he took good care to sleep apart. โโI sometimes doubt if heโs human,โ said Will, speaking his thought aloud. โItโs probably all done with wheels.
Dorothy Dunnett[Robin Stewart] was your man. True for you, you had withdrawn the crutch from his sight, but still it should have been there in your hand, ready for him. For you are a leader-don't you know it? I don't, surely, need to tell you?-And that is what leadership means. It means fortifying the fainthearted and giving them the two sides of your tongue while you are at it. It means suffering weak love and schooling it till it matures. It means giving up you privicies, your follies and your leasure. It means you can love nothing and no one too much, or you are no longer a leader, you are led.
Dorothy DunnettToday,โ said Lymond, โif you must know, I donโt like living at all. But thatโs just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow Iโll be bright as a bedbug again.
Dorothy DunnettVersatility is one of the few human traits which are universally intolerable. You may be good at Greek and good at painting and be popular. You may be good at Greek and good at sport, and be wildly popular. But try all three and youโre a mountebank. Nothing arouses suspicion quicker than genuine, all-round proficiency.
Dorothy Dunnett