Miles Malleson, The fanatics (1927)
“ Colin: As one gets older, and loses one’s illusions——Margaret: They’re off.Colin: And realises half one’s life has gone, and there’s an end to it some day, one is apt to get lonely. A lost atom in an infinity of blackness. In that blackness is despair. Only one thing can dispel it—Love. Real love. None of your free sort, John!Gwen: What d’you mean?Colin: I mean that love between two people that doesn’t need anything else, that won’t tolerate anything else, that’s lasting and tyrannical and jealous, is the only kind that’s worth while. ”
