Rosa Campbell Praed,
The Soul of Countess Adrian — Chapter 3
(1891)
“ An idea springs up at once, seems almost to spring at me from the outside, leaps at me like a tiger, and then I put it into acting; just as I did last night—until that terrible Countess Adrian spoiled my work. But at other times I get an idea suggested to me and I brood and brood over it—some part, some character, you know—and it seems gradually to grow into me, and I to grow into it, and at last it has full possession of me—and then I know I am right; at least, I know that that is how I must play the part. Some other woman might have her own reading, and that might be better for her ”
