John Galsworthy,
The Superlative
(1914)
“ It was for this kind of enlightenment of the world that he most ardently desired his own arrival, without which he sometimes thought he could no longer bear things as they were, no longer go on watching his chariot unhitched to a star, trailing the mud of this musty, muddled world, where even the ethics, those paltry wrappings of the human soul, were uncongenial to him. ”
