Chapter 21: XXI

XXI I cannot say that I have at any time had a great admiration for Mr. Raymond West. He is, I know, supposed to be a brilliant novelist and has made quite a name as a poet. His poems have no capital letters in them, which is, I believe, the essence of modernity. His books are about unpleasant people leading lives of surpassing dullness. He has a tolerant affection for “Aunt Jane,” whom he alludes to in her presence as a “survival.” She listens to his talk with a flattering interest, an…