But do you know, there are people – my mind goes back now to the last war – World War II, and this young man – a fine chap, an only child, and he told me quite innocently that he so hated Roosevelt that in the morning while he was shaving he told him off. He told him exactly what he thought of him – bawled him out. I said, “Why do you do it? Don’t you know you are only hurting yourself?” He said, “I know it. But, oh, if I told you what a thrill, I get out of it!” You know, he wouldn’t change it. He so despised the man – he didn’t know Roosevelt, he didn’t know any member of the family, but he simply disliked him. And inwardly – not on Mr. Roosevelt, it worked on him. And he knew what he was doing! If he didn’t know, that’s one thing, but to know and not do it – that is just the opposite. Well, that is what he did. He said, “Why, Neville, the shows on Broadway today are $10 a seat. There is no show on Broadway that could give me the thrill of those fifteen minutes in the morning when I shave. He just simply delighted in telling off somebody that he didn’t even know. And if he thought for one moment, he shouldn’t do it, he said, “Well, let me finish this sentence anyway.”72 ¶45