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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 5, 28 March 1927, Page 11

“What complicates it for us is that people look at life with a lot of fuzz on their eyeballs—fuzz like laws and dogma and honour that has nothing whatever to do with honour. Now and then a man is born who dares to think he can take the world as it is and make it half-way decent for a human soul to exist in it. That’s what the idealist always thinks. The trouble with him is that he becomes strenuous, too, and starts bringing things to pass. Then one day he wakes up. Just when he’s settled down to a nice long ride in the half comfort he has agreed to accept as a compromise, someone finds him and kicks him out, and to hoof it the rest of the way by KYmself. Then they go by and give you the laugh. And why not? The joke is on you, isn’t it?” —“A Tramp,” in Martha Ostenso’s novel, “The Dark Dawn.”