With immensities of gloomy vanity, not compressible at all times.

Friedrich always strove to honor his Perpetual President, and duly adore the Pure Sciences in him; but inwardly could not quite manage it, though outwardly he failed in nothing.

Impartial witnesses confess, the King had a great deal of trouble with his gloomings and him.

"Who is this Voltaire ?" gloomily thinks the Perpetual President to himself.

"A fellow with a nimble tongue, that is all.