These writing men and women, by the way, are as true blue and as thoroughbred as any other class.

I can never forget Maurice Hewlett's brave behaviour when he thought that his flying corps son had been killed by the Germans or drowned at sea.

He's no prig, but a real man.

And the women are as fine as the men....
To go back to books: Of course nobody can tell what effect the war will have on the writing of them, nor what sort of new writers may come up.

You may be sure that everything is stirred to its profoundest depths and will be stirred still more.