I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.
Have you noticed ... there is never any third act in a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there. They are the work of poor dramatists.
For people who like that kind of thing, this is the kind of thing they like.
"After all," as a pretty girl once said to me, "women are a sex by themselves, so to speak."
Women who love the same man have a kind of bitter freemasonry.
No fine work can be done without concentration and self-sacrifice and toil and doubt.