This Is The Pain-pleasure Of Having Newly

He Had Never Before Felt So Self-consciously Young, Nor Experienced Such Appetite, Such Impatience For The Story To Begin.

By Measuring Individual Human Worth, The Novelist Reveals The Full Enormity Of The State

She Had Lolled About For Three Years At Girton With The Kind Of Books She Could Equally Have Read At Home--jane Austen, Dickens, Conrad, All In The Library Downstairs, In Complete Sets. How Had That Pursuit, Reading The Novels That Others Took As Their Leisure, Let Her Think She Was Superior To Anyone Else?

When There Are No Consequences, Being Wrong Is Simply A Diversion.

The Luxury Of Being Half-asleep, Exploring The Fringes Of Psychosis In Safety.