"I can defend my immediate offspring, while my descendants may be left without protection.

If you would tear the didacticism out of your books and inject a little more of the juice of human interest--hold on!" Richmond threw up his arm, as though warding off a blow.

"When that double line comes between his eyes I always feel that he is going to hit me." "I wouldn't hit you.

I have some pity left." "Or fear--which is it ?" "Not fear; pity." "Why don't you reserve some of it for your readers ?" McGlenn frowned.

"I don't expect you to like my books." "Oh, you have realized the fact that the characters are wooden ?" "No, but I have realized that they are beyond your feeble grasp.