Does it seem to you the kind of book you'd like to read ?" he enquired; "or perhaps you'd like my Stuart tragedy better," he continued, without waiting for her to answer him.

"My idea is that there's a certain quality of beauty in the past, which the ordinary historical novelist completely ruins by his absurd conventions.

The moon becomes the Regent of the Skies.

People clap spurs to their horses, and so on.

I'm going to treat people as though they were exactly the same as we are.