The Eroticism of Fat Men
Here Symons remarks that a conventionally happy ending, of marriage, might not have brought the anticipated joys:
But, for the good fortune of poets, things never do go happily with them, or to conventionally happy endings. So the wilder wanderings began, and a gradual slipping into deeper and steadier waters of oblivion. That curious love of the sordid, so common an affectation of the modern decadent, and with him so expressively genuine, grew upon him, and dragged him into yet more sorry corners of a life which was never exactly gay to him. And now, indifferent to most things, in the shipwrecked quietitude of a sort of self-exile, he is living, I believe, somewhere on a remote sea-coast.