A biography for May Sinclairhasn’t been written yet.
“Though he plunged into work as another man might have plunged into dissipation, to drown the thought of her, you could see that he had no longer any interest in it; he no longer loved it. He attacked it with a fury that had more hate in it than love.”
“You can't conceive the perverse ingenuity he could put into hiding his affections.”