She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.

Nature is all very well in her place, but she must not be allowed to make things untidy.

She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.

There are some things (like first love and one’s first reviews) at which a woman in her middle years does not care to look too closely.

And when April like an over-lustful lover leaped upon the lush flanks of the Downs there would be yet another child in the wretched hut down on Nettle Flitch Field, where Meriam housed the fruits of her shame.

One of the disadvantages of almost universal education was the fact that all kinds of persons acquired a familiarity with one's favorite writers. It gave one a curious feeling; it was like seeing a drunken stranger wrapped in one's dressing gown.

By god, DH Lawrence was right when he said there must be a dumb, dark, dull, bitter belly-tension between a man and a woman, and how else could this be achieved save in the long monotony of marriage?