Yes, writing a novel, my boy, is like driving pigs to market — you have one of them making a bolt down the wrong lane; another won't get over the right stile.
The Mulberry Tree: Writings of Elizabeth Bowen (1986)
Yes, writing a novel, my boy, is like driving pigs to market — you have one of them making a bolt down the wrong lane; another won't get over the right stile.
The Mulberry Tree: Writings of Elizabeth Bowen (1986)
