Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!
ATTRIBUTION:
D.H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885–1930), British author. Letter, June 10, 1912, to poet and author Walter De La Mare. The Letters of D.H. Lawrence, vol. 1, ed. James T. Boulton, 1979).
