“I knew what it was, or thought I did. Something about the dreadful simplicity of true goodness, the infuriating innocence which can accept, and perhaps rightly dismiss as irrelevant, those minor vices (pathetic snobbery, insecure egotism, scared conventionality) which madden the more complicated and drive them to desperate measures.”
Francis Wyndham, “Ursula”
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