George Bernard Shaw,
Love Among the Artists — Book I, Chapter XII
(1881)
“ I hope I have not distressed you." "Oh, this world is not fit for any honest woman to live in," cried Mary, indignantly. "It has some base construction to put on every effort to be just and tell the truth. If I had done my best to blacken Adrian after deserting him, I should be at no loss now for approval and sympathy. As it is, I am striving to do what is right; and I am made to appear contemptible for my pains." "It is not a very honest world, I grant you," said Lady Geraldine quietly, "but it is not so bad as you think. ”
