Wolf Solent - pg. 217

The face upon Waterloo steps gave you your happiness. It was the only gift it could give. Between your happiness and that face there was an umbilical cord. All suffering was a martyr's suffering,  all happiness was a martyr's happiness, when once you got a glimpse of that cord! It was the existence in the world of those two gross vulgar parodies of life,  ennui and pleasure, that confused the issues, that blighted the distinctions.