To him boredom was a tragedy, for he had no more realization than if he had been an animal that any state he was in would ever come to an end. The Thinking Reed (1936)
She was indeed aching with that depression, which oddly takes the form of a sense of guilt, that comes to those who find themselves alone in sobriety among the alcoholized. The Thinking Reed (1936)
She had in all her life never stopped talking long enough to given anyone time to approach her with any proposition regarding sexual irregularity; and the general tendency to be censorious of the vices to which one has not been tempted was present in her in a specially rank form. The Thinking Reed (1936)