a sense of joy and then a panic

That, and I do think he's less talented...I mean, I can't imagine him ever writing a sentence like, "The Dean at left, a lean yellowish man whose fixed smile nevertheless has the impermanent quality of something stamped into uncooperative material, is a personality-type I've come lately to appreciate, the type who delays need of any response from me be relating my side of the story for me, to me."