best sense; and it in no way imposed or impressed itself on the middle and upper classes of London society. How could they? I doubt if any number of the Savoy ever sold 1,000 copies; certainly no number ever sold 2,000. And they . . . were never in society, were never in the outskirts of society and never wanted to be in either.
But there! I daresay you were thinking of Oscar all the time. . . .
Enter on the lawn a nurse bearing my dinner-tray. After dinner I retire to bed. . . .
One day, Teixeira added, 17. 7. 20, I'll return to those men of the nineties (I will never write a book about them: really I was too much outside them). . . .
I trust that some Leonard Merricks are on the way: I'm nigh starved for books again. Don't send me Zola or Balzac in English: I couldn't stomach the translations. And I expect you're right about Balzac's French style. Those giants were awful chaps: Balzac, Rubens, the pylon-designing Baines, brrr!. . .
On 22. 7. 20 he writes:
I beseech you, if you haven't it, buy yourself a
copy of The Home Life of Herbert Spencer.
By "Two." It is the book praised by "Rozbury"
in his letter to Arrowsmith prefacing The Diary''
