"Owen couldn't construct a scheme of anything if he tried. Either he sees that it's so, or he feels that it's so, or he knows that it's so, and there's nothing more to be said. It's not a bit of good arguing with him."
"I shouldn't attempt to argue with him, any more than I should argue with a lunatic."
"You consider him a lunatic, do you?"
"I consider him a very bad neurotic."
"If you can't have genius without neurosis," said Jane, "give me neurosis. You needn't look at me like that, Henry. I know you think I've got it."
"My dear Jane——"
"You wouldn't call me your dear Jane if you didn't."
"We're wandering from the point. I think all I've ever said was that Prothero may be as great a poet, and as neurotic as you please, but he's nothing of a physiologist, nor, I should imagine, of a physician."
"There you're wrong. He did splendid work out in Africa and India. He's got as good a record as you have in your own profession. It's no use your looking as if you wished he hadn't, for he has."
"You mistake me. I am delighted to hear it. In that case, why doesn't he practise, instead of living on his wife?"