Eden Phillpotts,
Children of men
(1923)
“ What should we call that if a man had done it—eh, William?" "Come and look at my bees, Jacob. A brave swarm yesterday, and poor Sammy Winter took 'em for me with all the cleverness of a sane man." "Mysteries everywhere. People pity Samuel. I don't—not now, I did once, because it's the fashion to think anybody's lacking reason is a sad sight. Why? Brains are like money—poison so often as not. My brains have poisoned me—fretted and festered and burnt out my soul like an acid. The more I see of the wild, innocent creatures, the more I feel that reason's not all we think it, William. ”
