The answer? Only one was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. Um.... Galsworthy. "Conrad said he was as hard as iron under a soft exterior and tenacious as a bulldog in spite of a carefully feigned pococurantism" (from Ford Madox Ford's delirious and wonderful "Portraits From Life"). Also "I had already recognized in him a certain queerness, a pixylike perversity" (for the melodramatic). And: "It used to seem almost a miracle that he could find his way about his own works while he was writing them, so frequently was he counseled by one person and another to change all the salient passages of his books".
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