Theodore Winthrop,
John Brent — Chapter VII. Enter…
“ You and I have had the college, the salon, the club, the street, Europe, the Old World, and Yankeedom through and through; when do you expect to outgrow Ishmael, my Jonathan?”“Whenever Destiny gives me the final accolade of merit, and names me Lover.”“What! have you never been that happy wretch?”“Never. I have had transitory ideals. I have been enchanted by women willowy and women dumpy; by the slight and colorless mind and body, by the tender and couleur de rose, and by the buxom and ruddy. I have adored Zobeide and Hildegarde, Dolores and Dorothy Ann, imp and angel, sprite and fiend. ”
