Let there be an end ... of all this welter of pity, which is only self-pity reflected onto some obvious surface.
D. H. LawrenceAnd then she realized that his presence was the wall, his presence was destroying her. Unless she could break out, she must die most fearfully, walled up in horror. And he was the wall. She must break down the wall. She must break him down before her, the awful obstruction of him who obstructed her life to the last. It must be done, or she must perish most horribly.
D. H. Lawrence