New Grub Street by George Gissing
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'Because of your morbid conscientiousness. There was no need to
destroy what you had written. It was all good enough for the market.' 'Don't use that word, Amy. I hate it!' 'You can't afford to hate it,' was her rejoinder, in very practical tones. 'However it was before, you must write for the market now. You have admitted that yourself.' He kept silence. 'Where are you?' she went on to ask. 'What have you actually done?' 'Two short chapters of a story I can't go on with. The three volumes lie before me like an interminable desert. Impossible to get through them. The idea is stupidly artificial, and I haven't a living character in it.' 'The public don't care whether the characters are living or not.- -Don't stand behind me, like that; it's such an awkward way of talking. Come and sit down.' He drew away, and came to a position whence he could see her face, but kept at a distance. 'Yes,' he said, in a different way, 'that's the worst of it.' 'What is?' |
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