he ain’t you, And supposin’ I was me,

As long as we profess to believe that two people may happily – or feasibly – invest all love and interest in this world solely in one another, till death do them part – well, then life, short as it is, will continue to be a human comedy, punctuated by tragedy. So she generally thought. Then there were these moments of grace when she startled hersel

Is this all that these modern ladies’ novels are to be about? People?’

In Scotland, I hope we remember what it is to have land taken from us, and to not be permitted to work it! To be left to starve in the midst of abundance.