ABSTRACT
… that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true—not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows … and Ecclesiastes is the fíne hammered steel of woe … There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. [15, pp. 542–543]
