In fact I wasn't capable of it then.'
'You think such work won't be too great a strain upon you?' she
asked.
'Oh, this isn't a specimen day, you know. To-morrow I shall very
likely do nothing but finish my West End article, in an easy two
or three hours. There's no knowing; I might perhaps keep up the
high pressure if I tried. But then I couldn't dispose of all the
work. Little by little--or perhaps rather quicker than that--I
shall extend my scope. For instance, I should like to do two or
three leaders a week for one of the big dailies. I can't attain
unto that just yet.'
'Not political leaders?'
'By no means. That's not my line. The kind of thing in which one
makes a column out of what would fill six lines of respectable
prose. You call a cigar a "convoluted weed," and so on, you know;
that passes for facetiousness. I've never really tried my hand at
that style yet; I shouldn't wonder if I managed it brilliantly.
Some day I'll write a few exercises; just take two lines of some
good prose writer, and expand them into twenty, in half-a-dozen
different ways.
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