'But there's something! I do love poetry--I've read a lot of poetry.' 'That's all right--so have I,' he said, promptly.
'Isn't it strange--' her tone was thoughtful--'how people care for poetry nowadays! A few years ago, one never heard of people--ordinary people--_buying_ poetry, new poetry--or reading it.

But I know a shop in Manchester that's just full of poetry--new books and old books--and the shop-man told me that people buy it almost more than anything.

Isn't it funny?
What makes them do it?
Is it the war ?' Sarratt considered it, while making a smooth path for a gorgeous green beetle through the bit of turf beside him.
'I suppose it's the war,' he said at last.

'It does change fellows.

It's easy enough to go along bluffing and fooling in ordinary times.