It didn't matter to them what they wrote.

But Adrian has to get the rhythm and the balance and the beauty of every sentence he writes--to say nothing of the subtlety of his analysis and the perfect drawing of his pictures.

My dear, good people"-- she threw out her hands in an impatient gesture--"you don't know what you're talking about.

How can you?
It's impossible for you to conceive--it's almost impossible even for me to conceive--the creative workings of the mind of a man of genius.

Four hours a day! Your mechanical fiction-monger, yes.