—He was like you, I fancy, said Stephen, an emotional man.
—Blast him, curse him! said Cranly broadly. Don't talk to him at all. Sure, you might as well be talking,do you know, to a flaming chamberpot as talking to Temple. Go home, Temple. For God's sake, go home.—I don't care a damn about you, Cranly, answered Temple, moving out of reach of the uplifted stave and pointing at Stephen. He's the only man I see in this institution that has an individual mind.