"the world has cried out against us both, but it has always worshiped you. it always will worship you. you are the type of what the age is searching for, and what it is afraid it has found. i am so glad that you have never done anything, never carved a statue, or painted a picture, or produced anything outside of yourself. life has been your art. you have set yourself to music. your days are your sonnets".
— the impression that jacques gave of being a character in a novel was in large part due to his insistence on presenting his life in one dimension only: appearance.