am I Tibby Schlegel?
“He had lost his peevishness, and could hide his indifference to people and his interest in food. But he had not grown more human. The years between eighteen and twenty-two, so magical for most, were leading him gently from boyhood to middle age. He had never known young-manliness, that quality which warms the heart till death, and gives Mr Wilcox an imperishable charm. He was frigid, through no fault of his own, and without cruelty.”
E. M. Foster. Howards End, p. 260
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