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PREFACE
by
Alan Pryce-Jones
Men of letters are seldom attractive human beings. I remember once being rebuked by Somerset Maugham for some small act of consideration. It was a more or less humorous rebuke, but it contained the stern warning that the better the word "nice" applied to a writer the less good he was likely to be in his art.
From time to time, however, there emerges a writer whose "niceness" is balanced by a touch of the intolerable. Everybody loves him; he distills an irresistible attraction; he also maddens. Shelley
is an obvious case, and, in quite recent
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