Bernard Capes, The Skeleton Key — Chapter 13 (1919)
“ Here was the last man in the world whom one would have credited with a sense of beauty, and he was wrought to emotion by a landscape! 'You talk,' said he, 'of your profession not affording you many such moments as this. Now, to my mind, it seems the profession for a man romantically inclined.''Does it, indeed, sir?' 'Why, don't you live in a perpetual atmosphere of romance? Think of the mysteries which are your daily food.' 'That's it my daily food, and lodging too. The men who pull on the ropes for a living don't think much, or see much, of the fairy scene they're setting. ”
