Edith Wharton,
The Custom of the Country — Chapter XVI
(1913)
“ It was as if he had been struck with a subtle blindness that permitted images to give their colour to the eye but communicated nothing to the brain."Good-night," he said, as he passed on.When a man felt in that way about a woman he was surely in a position to deal with his case impartially. This came to Ralph as the joyless solace of the morning. ”
