Algernon Blackwood,
The Centaur — Chapter VI
(1911)
“ I understood things about myself I've never understood before--and always funked rather;--especially that feeling of being out of touch with my kind, of finding no one in the world today who speaks my language quite--that, and the utter, God-forsaken loneliness it makes me suffer--""You always have been a lonely beggar really," I said, noting the hesitation that thus on the very threshold checked his enthusiasm, quenching the fire in those light-blue eyes. ”
