Word: reader
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...with a touch as sure as it is delicate. It adds immensely to the literature of places as well as of people, particularly with a violet, snow-powdered December twilight in old Madison Square, which once was "like an open-air drawing room." What the work represents spiritually, no reader will soon show another, save that the tragedy of a strong, restrained nature, devoid of falsity or baseness, is a moving thing to watch, to experience...
...play gold instead of tennis than a great actor planning to enter on his greatest artistic triumph. All this is somewhat disappointing; and it may be that, in an excess of caution Mr. Barrymore is hiding behind this casualness. Still, it has a natural air; and, although the reader might expect soul-stirring revelations, his Anglo-Saxon temperament is vaguely relieved to find that this artist leave such things to the imagination and keeps his stirrings deep within him. It is too true that "show-business" is a business first, and an art afterwards, even in the published memoirs...
...novel by his own literary standards were an act of tolerance which would demand the suppression of fervid personal reaction on the part of the critics as well as an intimate knowledge of Mr. Bennetts psychology. Assuming, then, that "Lord Raingo" is all it is intended to be, the reader's disappointment mounts through nearly 400 pages from mild distaste to a peak of pure chagrin and positive depression...
...page after page the reader is held fast to the ground by a million gossamer strands of unimportant detail. Chafe though he may for the moment when he may take off and soar among the clouds, that moment never arrives...
...aristocratic half of her ancestry partakes momentarily in all the slim, high haughtiness that must have been Griselda's. At the other end of the scale stands Miss Tiverton's black cat, sleek and scornful the most satisfactory cat since Dick Whittington's day. Neither Juliet nor the reader ever sees Miss Tiverton, but the black cat, sunning himself on the wall between the two houses, is a competent viceroy...