“She was forty years old when she died. It is possible that her art might have developed to include a wider area of human experience, just as possible that the chilling climate of the thirties might have withered it altogether. But what she actually wrote was greatly talented. She deserves a place, although obviously not a foremost one, in any literary history of the years between the wars. The last letter she wrote, or rather dictated, to the printer of the Laforgue translations shows the invariable fastidiousness of her talent, a fastidiousness which is often infuriating but just as often impressive, and is in any case rare enough to be worth remembrance:

To the Printer of Six Moral Tales

This book is to be spelled and its words are to be hyphenated according to the usage of the Concise Oxford Dictionary.

Page introduction continuously with the tales.

Do not put brackets around the numbers of the pages.

All the ‘todays’ and all the ‘tomorrows’ should be spelled without hyphens.

Do not put ‘The End’ at the end.”

All the todays and all the tomorrows, indeed.