Henry C. Rowland,
Dicky
(1916)
“ I had absolutely no respect whatever for Dicky as a promoter, engineer, financier, or person of any depth of thought—though willing to concede him plenty of depth of feeling of a primitive or pagan sort. I doubted that this feeling could possibly extend beyond the limits of his own desires, any more than could that of any other pagan. Something of this I told Diana, but she was not of my opinion. "Nobody could love like Dicky and not have a tremendous lot of soul," said she. "That's what soul means. Love is soul. Mind is different." ”
