"Wrestling with it."
"Don't you use a trot?" said Stover in some surprise, perceiving the absence of the handy, literal short-cut to recitation.
"Can't afford to."
"Why not?" said Stover, wondering if Regan was a gospel shark, after all.
"I've got too much to learn," said Regan, leaning back and elevating his legs in the national position. "You know something; I don't. You can bluff; I'm a rotten bluffer. I've got to train my whole mind, lick it into shape and make it work for me, if I'm going to do what I want."
"Tom, what are you aiming for?"
"You'd never guess."
"Well, what?"
"Politics."