For God's sake, let him alone.

Play your game with those who are no loss to the world; or with those who, like me, are already lost.

Let this man do his work.

Don't make him what I am." "Oh dear, oh dear," she laughed, "and these are words of one syllable! You talk as though I were a dreadful dragon seeking a genius to devour!" "You are," said the novelist, gruffly.
"How nice.

I'm all shivery with delight, already.