An Author Who Waits For

Few Things Are More Rewarding Than A Child's Open Uncalculating Devotion.

If The Would-be Writer Studies People In Their Everyday Lives And Discovers How To Make His Characters In Their Quieter Moods Interesting To His Readers, He Will Have Learned Far More Than He Can Ever Learn From The Constant Presentation Of Crises.

Why, I Wonder, Do People Who At One Time Or Another Have All Been Young Themselves, And Who Ought Therefore To Know Better, Generalize So Suavely And So Mendaciously About The Golden Hours Of Youth-that Period Of Life When Every Sorrow Seems Permanent, And Every Setback Insuperable?

I Know Of No Place Where The Wind Can Be As Icy And The Damp So Penetrating As In Oxford Round About Easter Time.

However Deep Our Devotion May Be To Parents Or To Children, It Is Our Contemporaries Alone With Whom Understanding Is Instinctive And Entire.