Mendel curled his lip, "smarter than you are strong. It's always the smart weaklings that you have to look out for, they're the ones who hold daggers and stand behind you. Not that I disapprove of that, it keeps heroes from thinking they are bigger than the revolution. And no man is bigger than the Revolution. Take these papers, go wait in the outer office, and try not to look too smug. If I catch one wiff of self-satisfaction from you, I will go to great pains to bury you under a frozen mountain of cow dung, and then come after you with a blowtorch."
He pointed to the door, "now get out, before you piddle on the carpet."