鈥淲hat can it matter to me,鈥?he says, 鈥渨hether people read my books or not? It may matter to them 鈥?but I have too much money to want more, and if the books have any stuff in them it will work by-and-by. I do not know nor greatly care whether they are good or not. What opinion can any sane man form about his own work? Some people must write stupid books just as there must be juniors ops and third class poll men. Why should I complain of being among the mediocrities? If a man is not absolutely below mediocrity let him be thankful 鈥?besides, the books will have to stand by themselves some day, so the sooner they begin the better.鈥? So whose could you trust? Easy; the smiles on the oddballs in the woods. 鈥淢ademoiselle Corinna,鈥?he cried, 鈥渨hat can I say to you? What can I do for you? How can I repair such an outrage as you have suffered in my house? You only have to command and everything I have is yours. Command鈥攊nsist鈥攐rdain.鈥?He spread his arms wide, an agony of appeal in his eyes. 没邪恶_只为分享邪恶而生你懂的！ "My dear," he said, "your ideals are above me, and are as unlikely to be adopted by ordinary men of the world as the ideals of John Bunyan or Richard Baxter." But back in the 鈥?0s, the most respected voice in running began expressing some doubts about allthat foot twisting. Dr. George Sheehan was a cardiologist whose essays on the beauty of runninghad made him the philosopher-king of the marathon set, and he came up with the notion thatexcessive pronation might be the cause of runner鈥檚 knee. He was both right and very, very wrong. 鈥淭hat is my idea!鈥?cried Bigourdin. 鈥淧ardon me for consulting you on these details so intimate and a little sacred. But you have a clear intelligence and a loyal heart.鈥?