Any time a writer thinks he has all the answers to how someone should talk or react or end a scene, it's a spontaneity-killer.
Modern science, then, so far from being an enemy of romance, is seen on every hand to be its sympathetic and resourceful friend, its swift and irresistible helper in its serious need, and an indulgent minister to its lighter fancies.
Our first Prime Minister saw a country that would be known for its generosity of spirit. And so it is.

