Quotation from: The Secret Agent

Written by: Joseph Conrad

The robust form of Comrade Ossipon, striding brusque and shadowy across
the shop, squatted in a corner obediently; but this obedience was without
grace. He fumbled nervously--and suddenly in the sound of a muttered
curse the light behind the glazed door flicked out to a gasping,
hysterical sigh of a woman. Night, the inevitable reward of men's
faithful labours on this earth, night had fallen on Mr Verloc, the tried
revolutionist--"one of the old lot"--the humble guardian of society; the
invaluable Secret Agent [delta] of Baron Stott-Wartenheim's despatches; a
servant of law and order, faithful, trusted, accurate, admirable, with
perhaps one single amiable weakness: the idealistic belief in being loved
for himself.