John Galsworthy,
The Critic
(1914)
“ At last he put the book down, and look up pen to review it. "This novel," he wrote, "is that most pathetic thing, the work of a man who has burned the lamp till the lamp has burned him; who has nourished and cultured his savor, and fed his idiosyncrasies, till he has dried and withered, without savor left." ”
