George Bellow Ferguson:
So you don't like it, do you? Well, you want to know what it is that I don't like? That among all of you there doesn't exist one ounce of that rather special virtue called honor! To think that I helped out vermin like you! Remember when you were deep in debt, Babcock? And you came to me begging for help? Well, who was it who honored those debts? George Bellow Ferguson, that's who. And you Robson, Doctor Robson, honored member of the medical profession! But only because the lawyers of George Bellow Ferguson got you acquitted when you were about to be hung by your scrawny neck for murder! And you, Judge Herryman, your honor. Would you be quite so honorable if one George Bellow Ferguson hadn't pulled you out of the gutters of Austin when you were a hopeless, stinking alcoholic? Oh, yes. Honorable men today, all of you - because your friend's name is George Bellow Ferguson. But your honor is only an escutcheon, while mine is a way of life. You all make me want to vomit!
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