Genius is a troublesome bedfellow. When it is absent we sigh for it, when it is present we grow weary of its violence and impetuousness.
O'Higgins once said, "I have done nothing without asking myself what Michael Collins would have done under the circumstances"-- which is as though I were to say, "I have written nothing without asking myself what Shakespeare would have written."
What can normality do but keep the bed warm till her troublesome bedfellow, his night-wanderings over, returns, and she, forgetting how she had called God to witness her sighs and groans at his betrayal, looks again with alarm at his rugged frame, catches the breath scented with wine and that subtle odour in the hair which suggests strange contacts; till the eternal, restless marriage is renewed, and new generations, new ways of thought, are in the womb again?
--Frank O'Connor, pseudonym of Michael Donovan (1903-1966), in The Big Fellow (1937)