New Grub Street by George Gissing
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'Not the least. I am incapable of holiday, if the opportunity
were offered. Do something I must, or I shall fret myself into imbecility.' 'Very well. What is it to be?' 'I shall try to manufacture two volumes. They needn't run to more than about two hundred and seventy pages, and those well spaced out.' 'This is refreshing. This is practical. But look now: let it be something rather sensational. Couldn't we invent a good title-- something to catch eye and ear? The title would suggest the story, you know.' Reardon laughed contemptuously, but the scorn was directed rather against himself than Milvain. 'Let's try,' he muttered. Both appeared to exercise their minds on the problem for a few minutes. Then Jasper slapped his knee. 'How would this do: "The Weird Sisters"? Devilish good, eh? Suggests all sorts of things, both to the vulgar and the educated. Nothing brutally clap-trap about it, you know.' 'But--what does it suggest to you?' 'Oh, witch-like, mysterious girls or women. Think it over.' |
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