safe enough when society, besides making him mad, supplied him a spear and then a gun; still safe enough when it added to his equipment also a motor-car; but now he seized airplanes, some of them automatic, and ton bombs of TNT.
I saw him smile, looking down, and I went sick at the image of him over a city and smiling as his hands released ton bombs of TNT; and I knew he could do it. Nothing in his mind would stop the message to his hands; the great bombs would drop and detonate.
Nothing in his mind would stop him; but something elsewhere? Suddenly I went warmer as I saw him lift his head and look about to her and cease to smile; for he met, in her eyes, terror. What did he expect, I wondered; what did he want and demand there?
Approval of himself, of course; he craved her approval.
So, society, after driving him mad and supplying him with airplanes and tons of TNT, perhaps still set some check on him; he wanted approval.
