He at once announced his discovery and so won the admiration of the illiterate.

A few years later he discovered that there was something architectural in style, that sentences had to be built up into a paragraph, and paragraphs into chapters and so on.

Naturally he cried this revelation, too, from the housetops, and thus won the admiration of the journalists who had been making rubble-heaps all their lives without knowing it.

I'm much afraid, Frank, in spite of all his efforts, he will die before he reaches the level from which writers start.

It's a pity because he has certainly a little real talent.