"You can't teach a rhinoceros tricks," he had explained in his brief and
vigorous style. "Some men are almost rhinoceroses; they don't respond properly
to conditioning. Poor Devils! Bernard's one of them. Luckily for him, he's
pretty good at his job. Otherwise the Director would never have kept him.
However," he added consolingly, "I think he's pretty harmless."
Pretty harmless, perhaps; but also pretty disquieting. That mania, to start
with, for doing things in private. Which meant, in practice, not doing anything
at all. For what was there that one could do in private.