People affect you in different ways.

You either like 'em or you don't like 'em.

You can't tell why.

And a Sergeant, being, as you may say, a human being, has as much right to his private feelings regarding a Colonel as any officer." "Undoubtedly," said I.
"Well, sir, I never thought Colonel Boyce was true metal.

But I take it all back--every bit of it." "For God's sake," I cried, stretching out a foolish but instinctive hand to the wheel, "for God's sake, control your emotions, or you'll be landing us in the ditch." "That's all right, sir," he replied, steering a straight course.