Oscar Berg didn’t stand aloof from other men in a

proud or supercilious spirit, refusing to count them his fellows.

He felt himself separated from them by a great gulf,

which neither they nor he could bridge over, and across

which it was vain to stretch hands or exchange greetings.

A sense of isolation from his brethren, made him shrink

from their society and avoid their presence, but he did

so as one conscious of an infirmity, not boasting of

an excellence.  His was a kingdom sufficient for him, and

from its narrow window he saw what he could see.


Paraphrases from the biography The Life of the Honorable Henry Cavendish by George Wilson.