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The Path to Rome by Hilaire Belloc
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Yet again, I see that writers are for ever anxious of their style,
thinking (not saying)--

'True, I used "and which" on page 47, but Martha Brown the stylist
gave me leave;' or:

'What if I do end a sentence with a preposition? I always follow the
rules of Mr Twist in his "'Tis Thus 'Twas Spoke", Odd's Body an' I do
not!'

Now this is a pusillanimity of theirs (the book writers) that they
think style power, and yet never say as much in their Prefaces. Come,
let me do so ... Where are you? Let me marshal you, my regiments of
words!

Rabelais! Master of all happy men! Are you sleeping there pressed into
desecrated earth under the doss-house of the Rue St Paul, or do you
not rather drink cool wine in some elysian Chinon looking on the
Vienne where it rises in Paradise? Are you sleeping or drinking that
you will not lend us the staff of Friar John wherewith he slaughtered
and bashed the invaders of the vineyards, who are but a parable for
the mincing pedants and bloodless thin-faced rogues of the world?

Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army! See them
how they stand in rank ready for assault, the jolly, swaggering
fellows!

First come the Neologisms, that are afraid of no man; fresh, young,
hearty, and for the most part very long-limbed, though some few short
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