W.S. Maugham, The summing up (1938), 206
A digital form of the sadly lost fashion for copying out memorable passages from texts. I kept losing my actual book.
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Sunday, 4 December 2022
The fact is that they [The English] are suspicious of form
The sermons that Henry James preached to the English on form in the novel aroused their interest, but have little affected their practice. The fact is that they are suspicious of form. They find in it a sort of airlessness; its constraint irks them; they feel that when the author has fixed upon his material a wilful shape life has slipped through his fingers.
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