Repressively, Lymond himself answered. โI dislike being discussed as if I were a disease. Nobody โgotโ me,โ he said.
Dorothy DunnettTo 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 DunnettOh, well. Everyone else has suave, cosmopolitan sheep: why not us? The Millers at Hepple have a ewe thatโs been to Kelso three times, and theyโve never been farther than Ford in their lives.โ Kate peered absently into the farm pond, and clucked again. โThoughtless creatures. Theyโve forgotten the fish.
Dorothy Dunnett