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was a prefect idea. He was very violent about that.

I first saw him circulating around the outskirts of political headquarters and things like that. I realized immediately that he was & very peculiar man, very peculiar looking, and that he couldn't be altogether, shall we say, natural and easy and relaxed in his disposition and way of living and way of dealing with people, because of his very peculiar appearance, which must have been an awful thing to cope with all his life. Miss Stiles makes that very clear in this book, without ever saying so. You see this ugly, gnomelike little thing being pulled around in a pony phaeton because he was so delicate he couldn't walk, and always being the protected child because he was so sickly.

I had never thought much about him, but I guess I always thought that Louis wanted above everything to be loved. He just wanted to be loved, and, of course, nobody ever did love him. Of course that's not literally true, but he wanted to be loved in that perfect and complete way which no human being can give. I suppose it was partly because he was so ugly, because as a boy he had been repulsive to many people. He seems to have had a good father and mother who were tender to him. But I always had that feeling that he wanted to be loved by something