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What had become of his dream of idylls, his gentle bookish romance?…
Quote byJohn Buchan · 1875–1940
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Huntingtower (1922), Ch. 4.
English (original)
What had become of his dream of idylls, his gentle bookish romance? Vanished before a reality which smacked horribly of crude melodrama and possibly of sordid crime. His gorge rose at the picture, but a thought troubled him. Perhaps all romance in its hour of happening was rough and ugly like this, and only shone rosy in the retrospect. Was he being false to his deepest faith?
— John Buchan
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