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We Are Divided Of Course Between Liking To Feel The Past Strange And Liking To Feel It Familiar.

Adjectives Are The Sugar Of Literature And Adverbs The Salt.

However British You May Be, I Am More British Still.

The Critical Sense Is So Far From Frequent That It Is Absolutely Rare, And The Possession Of The Cluster Of Qualities That Minister To It Is One Of The Highest Distinctions... In This Light One Sees The Critic As The Real Helper Of The Artist, A Torchbearing Outrider, The Interpreter, The Brother... Just In Proportion As He Is Sentient And Restless, Just In Proportion As He Reacts And Reciprocates And Penetrates, Is The Critic A Valuable Instrument.

I Have Only To Let Myself Go! So I Have Said All My Life, Yet I Have Never Fully Done It.