A Novel Must Give A Sense Of

Reverence Is Fatal To Literature.

But Humanity, In Its Desire For Comfort, Had Over-reached Itself. It Had Exploited The Riches Of Nature Too Far. Quietly And Complacently, It Was Sinking Into Decadence, And Progress Had Come To Mean The Progress Of The Machine.

It So Happened That Lucy, Who Found Daily Life Rather Chaotic, Entered A More Solid World When She Opened The Piano. She Was Then No Longer Either Deferential Or Patronizing; No Longer Either A Rebel Or A Slave.

There's Enough Sorrow In The World, Isn't There, Without Trying To Invent It.

Only A Struggle Twists Sentimentality And Lust Together Into Love.