'But to this distinctive expression which his face had taken - stamped there by lonely contemplation, by unutterable longings, by helpless chafing, by many fits of mental agony, by hope fallen sick and spiritless, by such things which do really and truly of this life make a hell without participation of conscience, as there are sufferers to swear - was super-added at this time, as he walked through busy thoroughfares, a painful anxiety so acute as to fix upon his heart the shadow of physical torment.'
from Auld Lang Syne by W. Clark Russell (Volume II, Chapter XII)
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