Gilbert Cannan, A Tragic End (1920)
“ He had been right to sit still and everybody else had been wrong to try and overtake life. It never moved. It just took shape and slowly emerged, and the only thing to do was to watch life—just that. How could one do thing else? After all, there was he, there was Stella, and there was Mrs. Marwood, Stella like a wood in primrose-time and Mrs. Marwood like the same wood when the leaves have fallen. "By Jove," said Digby, gasping with excitement. "By Jove, I'm a philosopher, and . . . damn it all, I'm a . . . I'm a poet." ”
