Evelyn Sharp,
The Making of a Prig
“ Daddy," she added suddenly, as she came to a standstill before him, "daddy, do you think, if I don't try to be good any more, that I shall ever become just an ordinary pleasant person,—someone whom people will care to fall in love with? It would be so comforting to feel that people cared to fall in love with me. I am so tired of being thought 331 clever and nothing else; cleverness seems like a kind of blight that helps one to miss the biggest thing in life. ”
