For the few persons, at any rate, abnormal or not, with whom my
anecdote is concerned, literature was a game of skill, and skill meant
courage, and courage meant honour, and honour meant passion, meant
life.
-- Henry James. "The Figure in the Carpet." (1916)
[T]hey went over their author from the beginning. There was no hurry,
Corvick said the future was before them and the fascination could only
grow; they would take him page by page, as they would take one of the
classics, inhale him in slow draughts and let him sink all the way in.
They would scarce have got so wound up, I think, if they hadn't been in
love: poor Vereker's inner meaning gave them endless occasion to put and
to keep their young heads together.
-- Henry James. "The Figure in the Carpet." (1916)