Sir Nicholas Thormonde, his friends "the fluffies" and Alathea, "The Girl" form a new and amusing and sometimes tragic triangle in the "war of the sexes" which is portrayed so vividly in this fine romance. The "grand moments" of life which come to the hero and heroine keep one tense and expectant for the final scene, one of the most beautiful in contemporary fiction. The characters are compellingly real. They pulsate with life.
h torture this week--The new man wrenches my shoulder each day, it will become straight eventually, he says. They have tried to fit the false leg also, so those two things are going on, but the socket is not yet well enough for anything to be done to my left eye--so that has defeated them. It will be months before any real improvement takes place.
There are hundreds of others who are more maimed than I--in greater pain--more disgusting--does it give them any comfort to tell the truth to a journal?--or are they strong enough to keep it all locked up in their hearts?--I used to care to read, all books bore me now--I cannot take interest in any single thing, and above all, I loathe myself--My soul is angry.
Nina came again, to luncheon this time. It was pouring with rain, an odious day. She told me of her love affairs--as a sister might--Nina a sister!
She can't make up her mind whether to take Jim Bruce or Rochester Moreland, they are both Brigadiers now, Jim is a year younger than she is.<