Sinclair Lewis, Main Street — Chapter XXXI (1920)
“ Is that the real tragedy, that I never shall know tragedy, never find anything but blustery complications that turn out to be a farce?"No one big enough or pitiful enough to sacrifice for. Tragedy in neat blouses; the eternal flame all nice and safe in a kerosene stove. Neither heroic faith nor heroic guilt. Peeping at love from behind lace curtains--on Main Street!"Aunt Bessie crept in next day, tried to pump her, tried to prime the pump by again hinting that Kennicott might have his own affairs. Carol snapped, "Whatever I may do, I'll have you to understand that Will is only too safe!" ”
