the matron of a school or hospital

The hairy, gold-watched wrist of an airline captain changing gear in a sports car while enjoying a Rothmans cigarette stood for all he could never be, even as it opened out a little hollow of confused desire within him.

Paul surrenders his mighty intellect to the hated One, and outleads all others in the intensity of his devotion and the intrepidity and zeal of his service.

[…] he lacked physical power, yet in unwishfulness and content, he found a peace.