So he wrote one day, when he pondered hoe coldly we thought of the "Dark Lady of the Sonnets", and how little we remembered her as the great man wanted her remembered. For what Shakespeare must have desired, to have been able to write with such divine despair, was that the lady should live ... and now we have no real interest in her. ... The irony of it is that if he had cared more for the poem than for the lady the sonnet would be only obvious, imitative rhetoric and no one would ever have read it after twenty years.

---F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (ellipses in text)