“He was a dog, without a shadow of a doubt. But in human form. The quality of doggishness is an inner quality and can manifest itself just as easily in human as in animal form... He was more likely a bookbinder, a tub-thumber, a rabble-rouser, or a party member: a violent man of dark, explosive passions. There, in the depths of his fervour, in the convulsive bristling of all his fibres, in this frenzied fury, barking wildly at the end of the stick I was pointing at him, he was one hundred per cent dog”