" I'd be damn p-p-p-proud," he said, "of a f-father like Martin Hopper."

The girl tossed her head with disdain. "That's just your trouble, Douglas Hyde."

"What do you mean?" he bristled angrily.

"You know he's a phony," she answered coldly. "You've told me so yourself. And yet, in a pinch, you defend him."

The two stared at each other—blonde against dark—in absolute opposition. "

― Joseph Campbell ,