Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature ?" he continued.
There was much to be said both for and against Mr.Rodney's paper.

It had been crammed with assertions that such-and-such passages, taken liberally from English, French, and Italian, are the supreme pearls of literature.

Further, he was fond of using metaphors which, compounded in the study, were apt to sound either cramped or out of place as he delivered them in fragments.

Literature was a fresh garland of spring flowers, he said, in which yew-berries and the purple nightshade mingled with the various tints of the anemone; and somehow or other this garland encircled marble brows.

He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations.