His thoughts were occupied with Mr Fadge and The Study.

He was considering whether he could aid in bringing public contempt upon that literary organ and its editor.

Milvain listened to the elder man's diatribe with much amusement.
'You, now,' pursued John, 'what do you write about ?' 'Nothing in particular.

I make a salable page or two out of whatever strikes my fancy.' 'Exactly! You don't even pretend that you've got anything to say.

You live by inducing people to give themselves mental indigestion--and bodily, too, for that matter.' 'Do you know, Mr Yule, that you have suggested a capital idea to me?
If I were to take up your views, I think it isn't at all unlikely that I might make a good thing of writing against writing.