Those who dispute the right of property take no account of the reality of things. Immemorial custom has made the right of property as much a 'category of thought' as Space is, or Time."
Mary, who was just behind us, interrupted him: "Oh, Edmund is reading you a lecture already, I hear. My dear, you had better come and flirt with Mme. Lola, and I'll take Miss Janina with me."
She came and put her arm round my waist, saying that she liked me very much indeed. This I answered with an indulgent smile, always suitable when women pay compliments to women.
She felt that this was not the way to win me, so she set to talk about literature.
"There are some books," she said, "in which I find a rest, and which enable me to escape from reality altogether. And that's why I can't bear such authors—Zola, for instance—as bring dirt which ought to revolt any delicate mind, into a sphere where poetry alone should reign supreme."
I hazarded another objection here.
"Do you not think that the first step
