I hate American simplicity. I glory in the piling up of complications of every sort. If I could pronounce the name James in any different or more elaborate way I should be in favour of doing it.

side. When she tries to explain her passion for it he reminds her how Anthony Trollope wrote all his books after a hard day’s work at the Post Office.

What those years said of themselves was that they were the most joyous of years, and anyone who failed to rejoice was immediately suspected of lamenting the victory of the working class or |what was equally sinful| giving way individualistically to inner sorrows.

Written By Janny Wurts

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