And then, all at once, his laughter ceased, he swayed, choked, and, suddenly collapsing in the chair, dropped his head upon his arms on the table and sobbed, sobs that shook him from head to heel.
For one strong, healthy, normal man to see another cry is a disconcerting and uncomfortable experience.

Masculine tears do not flow easily and poor George, on the verge of hysterics, was a pitiful and distressing spectacle.

I was almost as completely disorganized as he.

I felt ashamed for him and ashamed of myself for having seen him in such a condition.

I wanted desperately to help him and I did not know what to do, so beyond patting him on the back and begging him repeatedly to brace up and not behave like that, I did nothing.