This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
This play John Drinkwater's Abraham Lincoln holds the season's record, thus far, with a run of four evening performances and one matinee. By an odd coincidence, it ran just five performances too many.
Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.
Authors and actors and artists and such - Never know nothing, and never know much.
[When asked what was the inspiration for most of her work:] Need of money, dear.
Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.