I always expect people to behave much better than I do. When they actually behave worse, I am frankly incredulous.

A rowdy bunch on the whole, they were most of them so violently individualistic as to be practically interchangeable.

The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?

I always expect people to behave much better than I do. When they actually behave worse, I am frankly incredulous.

I don't always understand other people's motives. I will repeat that for my own benefit, if you don't mind. I don't always understand other people's motives.

... I was merely a disinterested spectator at the Banquet of Life.

That's my answer to the question what is your strongest emotion, if you ever want to ask me: Curiosity, old bean. Curiosity every time.