He’s the kind of person who has realized through and through the fallibility of his own humanity. He’s the kind of person who knows himself thoroughly, who has a rather wry and humorous view of his own… oh, shall we say, his own high motivations and ideals. He knows himself thoroughly for the rascal that he is, and doesn’t pretend to be anything else. And this, if that were all there were to it, is a very likable form and fellow from my point of view. I always feel uncomfortable with people who don’t have this realization of their own inherent rascality—the people who have pretensions to holiness and righteousness, who are so deceived as not to know that, in their heart of hearts, they are after all rapacious and selfish human beings.