The Stupid Believe That To Be Truthful

Art, It Seems To Me, Should Simplify.

Now That Stevenson Is Dead I Can Think Of But One English- Speaking Author Who Is Really Keeping His Self-respect And Sticking Forperfection. Of Course I Refer To That Mighty Master Of Language And Keen Student Of Human Actions And Motives, Henry James.

Sometimes," I Ventured, "it Doesn't Occur To Boys That Their Mother Was Ever Young And Pretty. . . I Couldn't Stand It If You Boys Were Inconsiderate, Or Thought Of Her As If She Were Just Somebody Who Looked After You. You See I Was Very Much In Love With Your Mother Once, And I Know There's Nobody Like Her.

The Trees And Shrubbery Seemed Well-groomed And Social, Like Pleasant People.

Life Hurrying Past Us And Running Away, Too Strong To Stop, Too Sweet To Lose.