"I said carefully: 'Come on, now, Gareth, what about listening to the facts? You haven't answered them, you know.'
'Oh, facts,' Probert said scornfully. 'Fellows like you always trot out facts of one sort or another. You're so bogged down in your facts you've forgotten how to think.'
There's nothing to beat an attack on facts for making me angry. With a sort of expanding lightness in my chest, I said: 'Yes, I know, you prefer feelings, don't you? All right then, here's a feeling for you, boy. I feel you ought to stuff your...'"
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