Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
Ulysses ... is a dogged attempt to cover the universe with mud, an inverted Victorianism, an attempt to make crossness and dirt succeed where sweetness and light failed, a simplification of the human character in the interests of Hell.
She must be assured that it is not a criminal offense to love at first sight.
Ah, but you see, I didn't want to be fair.
I really don't know what happens next -- one so seldom does.
It is the function of the novelist to reveal the hidden life at its source: to tell us more about Queen Victoria than could be known, and thus to produce a character who is not the Queen Victoria of history.