O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparklingThames: Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts, was rifeö Fly hence, our contact fear!

-Arnold, Matthew
  Poems:  A New Edition,'The Scholar-Gipsy', l.201^6.

The response is to the image, not to the man, since 99 percent of the voters have no contact with the man.

-Price, Raymond
  Memo, 28 Nov. Quoted in the NewYorkTimes, 31 Oct1993.

The detective novel is†the classic example of a specialized form of art removed from contact with the life it pretends to build on.

-Pritchett, Sir V(ictor) S(awdon)
  In the New Statesman,16 Jun.