Henryk Sienkiewicz,
Whirlpools: A Novel of Modern Poland
“ At this Gronski shaded his eyes with his hand, gazed at Ladislaus intently and asked:"My dear sir, did you ever propound to yourself one question?""What one?""What pains you the more,--the loss of Miss Anney or your wounded self-love?""I thank you, sir," answered Ladislaus, with irony. "In reality, only self-love. Through it, I do not sleep, do not eat; through it, in the course of a few days, I have grown lean like a shaving and were it not for this living wound, life for me would be one perpetual round of pleasure." ”
