[ Eliot / The Lifted Veil ]
In Chapter 2 of this novel — a tale of extra-sensory perception and fate, with a dash of horror — occurs the following, the work's only mention of Newfoundlands.
One mild morning in the beginning of November, it happened that I was standing outside the portico patting lazy old Cæsar, a Newfoundland almost blind with age, the only dog that ever took any notice of me — for the very dogs shunned me, and fawned on the happier people about me. . . .