Hermione
when I was shopping and thought I had it right it turned out—the book did, when I got it home—to be all about air and things. Pneumatics, you know! Wasn't it perfectly ridiculous?
But, of course, one learns by one's mistakes.
Have you seen dear Nijinsky?
We were discussing him last evening—our little group, you know—and decided that while he has more Personality than Mordkin he has less Temperament, if you get what I mean.
One of the girls said last evening, "Mordkin is more exotic, but Nijinsky is more esoteric."
And another said, "One of them shows intellect obviously mingled with spirit, but the other shows spirit occultly mingled with intellect."
Fothergil Finch said, "They are alike in their differences, but subtly differentiated in their likenesses, n'est-ce pas?"
Fothy has a simply delightful faculty of summing a thing up in a sentence like that, but it makes him very vain if you show you think so; so I put him in his place and closed the discussion with one remark:
"It is all," I said, "it is all a question of Interpretation."
And, quite seriously, when you come to think about it, it usually is, isn't it?
