ely a word that is mine. I must
also mention the Nine Muses, the Three Graces; Bacchus, the Maenads,
the Panthers, the Fauns; and I owe very hearty thanks to Apollo.

Yet again, I see that writers are for ever anxious of their style,
thinking (not saying)--

'True, I used "and which" on page 47, but Martha Brown the stylist
gave me leave;' or:

'What if I do end a sentence with a preposition? I always follow the
rules of Mr Twist in his "'Tis Thus 'Twas Spoke", Odd's Body an' I do
not!'

Now this is a pusillanimity of theirs (the book writers) that they
think style power, and yet never say as much in their Prefaces. Come,
let me do so... Where are you? Let me marshal you, my regiments of
words!

Rabelais! Master of all happy men! Are you sleeping there pressed into
desecrated earth under the doss-house of the Rue St Paul, or do you
not rather drink cool wine in some elysian Chinon looking on the
Vienne where it rises in Paradise? Are you sleeping or drinking that
you will not lend us the staff of Friar John wherewith he slaughtered
and bashed the invaders of the vineyards, who are but a parable for
the mincing pedants and bloodless thin-faced rogues of the world?

Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army! See them
how they stand in rank ready for assault, the jolly, swaggering
fellows!

First come the Neologisms, that are afraid of no man; fresh, young,
hearty, and for the most part very long-limbed, though some few short
and strong. There also are the Misprints to confuse the enemy at his
onrush. Then see upon the flank a company of picked Ambiguities
covering what shall be a feint by the squadron of Anachronisms led by
old Anachronos himself; a terrible chap with nigglers and a great
murderer of fools.

But here see more deeply massed the ten thousand Egotisms shining in
their armour and roaring for battle. They care for no one. They
stormed Convention yesterday and looted the cellar of Good-Manners,
who died of fear without a wound; so they drank his wine and are
to-day as strong as lions and as careless (saving only their Captain,
Monologue, who is lantern-jawed).

Here are the Aposiopaesian Auxiliaries, and Dithyramb that killed
Punctuation in open fight; Parenthesis the giant and champion of the
host, and Anacoluthon that never learned to read or write but is very
handy with his sword; and Metathesis and Hendiadys, two Greeks. And
last come the noble Gallicisms prancing about on the