Different ages have answered the
questiondifferently. She might have been wealthy, she might have
beenprosperous.
Yet it is truethat the essayist is the most
sensitive of all writers to public opinion. Atany rate, there is a great gulf
between Mr. Grün was a gentleman who once wrote a bad book.
They learn littlefrom other writers, and what they
adopt they cannot assimilate.
But the essay isalive; there is no reason to
despair.
Beerbohm, knowing that, comeSeptember or May, we
shall sit down with them and talk.
It fillsprecisely the space allotted to it.
Copyright laws are changing all over the world.
Squire in the bulk, one feels that a commongreyness
silvers everything. A touch ofthe sun would have done them a world of
good.
Thenewspaper crocus is an amazing but still a very
different plant. It is worse, he will say, and perhaps more common,to be afraid of
feeling than to feel too much. Beerbohm give to the essayand what did he take from
it? The characters of a Jane Austen or of a Tolstoi have a million facetscompared
with these.
Some of the modernpatrons qualities are, however,
fairly plain. We do NOT keep any eBooks in compliance with a particularpaper
edition. A book could take that blow, but it sinks an essay. Rhys collection, to be
frank, have not altogethersucceeded in solving it. Think of Rochester and we have to
think of JAYNE EYRE. Squire in the bulk, one feels that a commongreyness silvers
everything.
So welook back upon essay after essay by
Mr.
They learn littlefrom other writers, and what they
adopt they cannot assimilate. As a feat of skill it iswell worth watching. Beerbohm
give to the essayand what did he take from it?
PROFESSIONS FOR WOMENTHOUGHTS ON PEACE IN AN AIR
RAIDTHE COMMON READERThere is a sentence in Dr.
The Press is undoubtedly a great multiplier of
crocuses.
She musttake upon herself a more laborious and a
more ungrateful task. When Charlotte wrote she said with eloquence andsplendour and
passion I love , I hate, I suffer. They are hybrid creatures, neither gay
likebutterflies nor sombre like their own species. Rhys collection, to be frank,
have not altogethersucceeded in solving it.
Charlotte Brontë, at least, owed nothing to the
reading of many books.
Their impressions are close packed andstrongly
stamped between their narrow walls.
He was himself, simply and directly, and himself
hehas remained.
To know whom to write for is to know how to write.