"...I actually managed to write today. Thirty lines. Would you like to see them?"
"No," said Sir Francis. "It is one of the numberless compensations of my exile that I need never read unpublished verses — or, for that matter, verses in any condition. Take them away, dear boy, prune and polish at your leisure. They would only distress me. I should not understand them and I might be led to question the value of a sacrifice which I now applaud."
- Evelyn Waugh, the Loved One
Spoken like someone who never Reads The Comments.
(Being generally unfamiliar with British literature I did not know, and so am in love with how, Evelyn Waugh and his once-wife, Evelyn, were referred to by the Mitfords as "Hevelyn" and "Shevelyn.")