The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
Albert CamusThe truth is that nothing is less sensational than pestilence, and by reason of their very duration great misfortunes are monotonous.
Albert Camus