Of course you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whether you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.
The Theatre of Tennessee Williams: Cat on a hot tin roof. Orpheus descending. Suddenly last summer (ed. 1971)