'We want,' remarked Mr Quarmby, 'we want a monthly review which
shall deal exclusively with literature. The Fortnightly, the
Contemporary--they are very well in their way, but then they are
mere miscellanies. You will find one solid literary article amid
a confused mass of politics and economics and general clap-trap.'
'Articles on the currency and railway statistics and views of
evolution,' said Mr Hinks, with a look as if something were
grating between his teeth.
'The quarterlies?' put in Yule. 'Well, the original idea of the
quarterlies was that there are not enough important books
published to occupy solid reviewers more than four times a year.
That may be true, but then a literary monthly would include much
more than professed reviews. Hinks's essays on the historical
drama would have come out in it very well; or your "Spanish
Poets," Quarmby.'
'I threw out the idea to Jedwood the other day,' said Mr Quarmby,
'and he seemed to nibble at it.'
'Yes, yes,' came from Yule; 'but Jedwood has so many irons in the
fire. I doubt if he has the necessary capital at command just
now.
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