Until You Try, You Don't Know What

She Had Her Own Way Of Doing All That She Did, And This Is The Simplest Description Of A Character Which, Although By No Means Without Liberal Motions, Rarely Succeeded In Giving An Impression Of Suavity.

London Doesn't Love The Latent Or The Lurking, Has Neither Time, Nor Taste, Nor Sense For Anything Less Discernible Than The Red Flag In Front Of The Steam-roller. It Wants Cash Over The Counter And Letters Ten Feet High.

Novelist-citizen Of Two Countries Interpreter Of His Generation On Both Sides Of The Sea.

Deep Experience Is Never Peaceful.

My Sole Wish Is To Frustrate As Utterly As Possible The Post-mortem Exploiter.