““Half a dozen epicene young pagans who haven’t even been to Algiers will tell you, first, that your notion is borrowed, and, secondly, that it isn’t Art. ‘This comes of my leaving town for a month. Dickie, you’ve been promenading among the toy-shops and hearing people talk.’ ‘I couldn’t help it,’ said Dick, penitently. ‘You weren’t here, and it was lonely these long evenings. A man can’t work for ever.’ ‘A man might have gone to a pub, and got decently drunk.””
