When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
E. M. ForsterI won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
E. M. ForsterIt is obvious enough for the reader to conclude, "She loves young Emerson." A reader in Lucy's place would not find it obvious. Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice, and we welcome "nerves" or any other shibboleth that will cloak our personal desire. She loved Cecil; George made her nervous; will the reader explain to her that the phrases should have been reversed?
E. M. Forster