It was an odd friendship, but the oddnesses of friendships are a frequent guarantee of their lasting texture. - Ford Madox Ford

The war had made a man of him! It had coarsened him and hardened him. There was no other way to look at it. It had made him reach a point at which he would no longer stand unbearable things.

Being correspondent of a Left paper with a name like Eisenstein deprived one of one’s chance of usefulness.

You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love.