No Object Is Mysterious. The Mystery Is

Darling, I Don't Want You; I've Got No Place For You; I Only Want What You Give. I Don't Want The Whole Of Anyone.... What You Want Is The Whole Of Me-isn't It, Isn't It?-and The Whole Of Me Isn't There For Anybody. In That Full Sense You Want Me I Don't Exist.

Jane Austen, Much In Advance Of Her Day, Was A Mistress Of The Use Of The Dialogue. She Used It As Dialogue Should Be Used-to Advance The Story; Not Only To Show The Characters, But To Advance.

Rudeness To Mrs. Dosely Was Like Dropping A Pat Of Butter On To A Hot Plate - It Slid And Melted Away.

Language Is A Mixture Of Statement And Evocation.

Only In A House Where One Has Learnt To Be Lonely Does One Have This Solicitude For Things. One's Relation To Them, The Daily Seeing Or Touching, Begins To Become Love, And To Lay One Open To Pain.