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Wells? exclaimed a smart, positive little woman--one of those creatures that have settled every question once and for all beyond reopening,
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Wells? No! I draw the line at Wells. He stirs up the dregs. I don't mind the froth, but dregs I--will--not have! And silence reigned as we stared at the reputation of Wells lying dead on the carpet. When, with the thrill of emotion that a great work communicates, I finished reading
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Tono-Bungay, I thought of the smart little woman in the Bayswater drawing-room. I was filled with a holy joy because Wells had stirred up the dregs again, and more violently than ever. I rapturously reflected,
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How angry this will make them!
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Them being the whole innumerable tribe of persons, inane or chumpish (this adjective I give to the world), who don't mind froth but won't have dregs. Human nature--you get it pretty complete in
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Tono-Bungay, the entire tableau! If you don't like the spectacle of man whole, if you are afraid of humanity, if humanity isn't good enough for you, then you had better look out for squalls in the perusal of
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Tono-Bungay. For me, human nature is good enough. I love to bathe deep in it. And of
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Tono-Bungay I will say, with solemn heartiness:
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By God! This is a book!
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The Daily Decorator, and a journalistic peer,
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Lord Boom. Yet the few lines in which he hints at the tactics and the psychology of his Lord Boom are masterly. So much for the narrator, whose
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