self-believer

Updated: May 6, 2025

Dick turned away and stared out of the winter window, stirred by his own words into a strange new understanding of himself a mere fatuous self-believer, a man who trusted to fate not fight, to fortune not to mastery, who had not made his standards, but let them make themselves. And now it was come to this, that a half-hour in a room with a foolish girl was the turning-point in his life.

Alice Ames Winter - Jewel Weed