, -"the fate of my paradoxes"
would allow me to perceive no merit in another. I remembered only the maxim of my boxing-master, which, in my youth, was found useful in all general riots,—"Whoever is not for you is against you—
mill
away right and left," and so I did;—like Ishmael, my hand was against all men, and all men's anent me. I
wonder, to be sure, at my own success:
"And marvels so much wit is all his own,"[6]
as Hobhouse sarcastically says of somebody (not unlikely myself, as we are old friends);—but were it to come over again, I would
not