Wassily Kandinsky Improvisation painting

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evidence of student-opinion polls, the complaints of his party-leaders and lieutenants that he'd never win the next election, the declining wattage of the Light House itself -- nothing much troubled him.
"He's not right bright these days," Stoker said. But he said it languidly, with none of his old high-spirited contempt, and though he had regrown his beard and reverted to his motorcycle-costume, his hair was barbered, his leather jacket greaseless -- and a curly black forelock hung upon his brow. "I'm glad he's no kin of mine."
This as he returned me to my cell -- tosome cell, anyhow -- from one of his offices, early in my confinement. I had testified in Max's behalf during his trial for the murder of Herman Hermann and conversed afterwards with Stoker for several hours, during which he told me most of the foregoing and other things as well, with a kind of bored persistence. He had been convinced, he said, that I was as much a fraud as Bray; for that very reason he'd taken my advice and ceased to define passage by his wholesale flunkèdness. His aim -- which he pursued because he had no faith in it -- was, I gathered, to lead the Chancellor