He made errors, and they should have reversed him, but he politicked the thing through.

And then, it may be, of his wish to roam Repented he, but in his bosom slept The silent thought, nor from his lips did come One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept, And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept.

He doesn't take attitude from anybody.

Save for a short distance at one end both its northern and southern extremities are desolate and unused for some miles, and grass covers the platforms of half-forgotten stations; but of its central portion, part is a busy electrified suburban branch and another part used for goods traffic.