One more familiar with him, however, would know that this fiery personality was not only to be seen in the eyes. A quick glance at his hands would show how uneasy, how needful of movement and activity they were. His fingers, never still, were a reflection of his flickering and blazing character. Whatever they touched, whenever they did, they would promptly untouch it as if it burned. And yet, as if attracted by the very burning-like sensation, they would touch it again.

Rabbie Burns. When he left his home town years ago, he was quite well-known. Rabbie Burns. When he left his home town years ago, the winter evening was unusually hot. The people, unusually silent. The houses, unusually quiet, yet glowing lively in the night air. Rabbie Burns. Never did a name better become a man, they would have said. Rabbie Burns… Yes, definitely, Rabbie Burns.