Yes, It's Hard To Write. But It's

The Two Most Common Charges Against The Older Fiction, That It Pleased Wickedly And That It Taught Nothing, Had Broken Down Before The Discovery, Except In Illiberal Sects, That The Novel Is Fitted Both For Honest Use And For Pleasure.

The First Writers Are First And The Rest, In The Long Run, Nowhere But In Anthologies.

Familiar Life, Tending To Sordidness, Had Been Succeeded By Remote Life, Generally Idealized; Historical Detail Had Been Brought In To Teach Readers Who Were Being Entertained.

Yes, It's Hard To Write. But It's Harder Not To.

Guy Rivers, A Conventional Piece As Regards The Love Affair Which Makes A Part Of The Plot, Is A Tale Of Deadly Strife Between The Laws Of Georgia And A Fiendish Bandit.