Nobody else's brain ever got beyond her.

She could always follow her father and mother, her brothers and Olney; wherefore, when she could not follow Martin, she believed the fault lay with him.

It was the old tragedy of insularity trying to serve as mentor to the universal.
"You worship at the shrine of the established," he told her once, in a discussion they had over Praps and Vanderwater.

"I grant that as authorities to quote they are most excellent--the two foremost literary critics in the United States.

Every school teacher in the land looks up to Vanderwater as the Dean of American criticism.