"A peer vote!--it was unbelievable! Every move Glenn had made undoubtedly worked against him like a captured weapon in the peer vote. In the peer vote he was the prig who had risen at the séance like John Calvin himself and told them all to keep their pants zipped and their wicks dry. He was the Eddie Attaboy who had gotten up every morning at dawn and done all that ostentatious running and tried to make the rest of them look bad. He was Harry Hairshirt who lives like an Early Christian martyr in the BOW. He was the Willie Workadaddy who drove around in a broken-down Prinz, like a lonely beacon of restrain and self-sacrifice in a squall of car crazies."

 

The Right Stuff, Tom Wolfe