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CHAPTER FOUR

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To write a book, thought Reginald; what an achievement! The labour of it. The physical labour of the hundred thousand words, any words, put down on paper. Then the anguish, the despair, the exhilaration of finding the right words. A hundred thousand words to be chosen, each one of which could be bettered by a better man. How had he dared to do it? How had he contrived to do it? And then when he had done it -all those pages, those hundreds of pages, written by him - out it goes into the world, and nobody minds. Splash it goes ... and then not a ripple. Not a ripple in London, not a ripple in the country. It is as if he had never written it.
Well, not quite. Sylvia loved it ... did she?... and it had helped Mrs. Edwards to get through a few long hours on her way to the churchyard.
So thought Reginald; but then he did not know what Raglan and Lord Ormsby were doing.
They were a curious couple. Raglan liked being near Ormsby, because he liked being next to money, and Ormsby liked being near Raglan, because he liked being close to culture. Raglan was not merely cultured, he was Culture, just as Ormsby was not merely rich, he was Money. So they went about together, and one was master and one servant, but nobody knew which.
Raglan had never written a novel; nor a play; nor a poem; nor a short story. He had hardly written an essay whose subject he had invented for himself. He lived on other writers, as the fruit-farmer lives on fruit-trees. The apple-tree grows the apple, but the farmer is the

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