The happy aspirant is written of in newspapers, or, perhaps, better still, he writes of others.

When the barrister of forty-five has hardly got a name beyond Chancery Lane, this glorious young scribe, with the first down on his lips, has printed his novel and been talked about.
The temptation is irresistible, and thousands fall into it.

How is a man to know that he is not the lucky one or the gifted one?
There is the table and there the pen and ink.

Among the unfortunate he who fails altogether and from the first start is not the most unfortunate.

A short period of life is wasted, and a sharp pang is endured.