Status Updates From Her Forbidden Knight

Dumain called to Sherman, and the three proceeded to the bar. Sherman ordered a whisky, Dougherty a gin rickey, and Dumain an absinth frappé. This is for the benefit of those who judge a man by what he drinks. You see what it amounts to.

He made the rather common mistake of judging humanity from the inside—of himself—and the result was that he had acquired a distorted opinion of human nature. His topsy turvy logic went something like this, though not exactly in this form: “I am a man. I am bad. Therefore, all men are bad.”
And there is more of that sort of reasoning in the world than we are willing to admit.

“I hope he keels you!” he screamed, shaking a fist at Knowlton.
“Chacun tire de son côte,” said Knowlton calmly.
“Mon Dieu! Français!” shrieked Dumain. “Eet ees degradation!”