The Well of Loneliness

Soon after the New Year, nine months later, Stephen's second novel was published. It failed to create the sensation that the first had created, there was something disappointing about it. One critic described this as: "A lack of grip," and his criticism, on the whole, was a fair one. However, the Press was disposed to be kind, remembering the merits of The Furrow.

But the heart of the Author knoweth its own sorrows and is seldom responsive to false consolation, so that when Puddle said: "Never mind, Stephen, you can't expect every book to be The Furrow -- and this one is full of literary merit," Stephen replied as she turned away: "I was writing a novel, my dear, not an essay."