““My first novel was only a try-out,’ said David carelessly. The sort of thing every undergraduate has to write, but now I know much more clearly what I ought to do. I don’t suppose you read my first book?’ ‘I don’t think so. What was it called?’ ‘Why Name.’ ‘Why?’ asked Mary. ‘Exactly. Why? It is so cretinous to give a book a name. A book exists freely in itself and a name pins it down horribly. When you are in town you must meet some of my friends who are doing advanced writing and plays.””
