Edmund Morris Quote

Let’s ask him, Lincoln Steffens suggested. The two men dashed across to headquarters and burst into Roosevelt’s office. Riis put the question directly. Was he working to be President? The effect, wrote Steffens, was frightening. TR leaped to his feet, ran around his desk, and fists clenched, teeth bared, he seemed about to throttle Riis, who cowered away, amazed. Don’t you dare ask me that, TR yelled at Riis. Don’t you put such ideas into my head. No friend of mine would ever say a thing like that, you—you— Riis’s shocked face or TR’s recollection that he had few friends as devoted as Jake Riis halted him. He backed away, came up again to Riis, and put his arm over his shoulder. Then he beckoned me close and in an awed tone of voice explained. Never, never, you must never either of you remind a man at work on a political job that he may be President. It almost always kills him politically. He loses his nerve; he can’t do his work; he gives up the very traits that are making him a possibility. I, for instance, I am going to do great things here, hard things that require all the courage, ability, work that I am capable of … But if I get to thinking of what it might lead to— He stopped, held us off, and looked into our faces with his face screwed up into a knot, as with lowered voice he said slowly: I must be wanting to be President. Every young man does. But I won’t let myself think of it; I must not, because if I do, I will begin to work for it, I’ll be careful, calculating, cautious in word and act, and so—I’ll beat myself. See? Again he looked at us as if we were enemies; then he threw us away from him and went back to his desk. Go on away, now, he said, and don’t you ever mention the—don’t you ever mention that to me again.141