• And he felt himself oppressed by this creation of factitious purity, so cunningly manufactured by a conspiracy of mothers and aunts and grandmothers and long-dead ancestresses, because it was supposed to be what he wanted, what he had a right to, in order that he might exercise his lordly pleasure in smashing it like an image made of snow.

    Edith Wharton (2013). “Delphi Works of Edith Wharton (Illustrated)”, p.1906, Delphi Classics