Stevenson's narrowness, allied to a quaint and occasionally just a wee pedantic finickiness, as we may call it-an over- elaborate, almost tricky play with mere words and phrases, was in so far alien to the very highest-he was too often like a man magnetised and moving at the dictates of some outside influence rather than according to his own freewill and as he would.
"Robert Louis Stevenson a Record, an Estimate, and a Memorial"
Alexander H. Japp
And he knew a quick stirring of gratitude that he had found this girl who understood so well, who saw the verities as he saw them and had neither laugh nor sneer nor impatience for his finickiness.
"The House of Toys"
Henry Russell Miller