With his passion for collecting, Hartwig had formed a habit that is peculiar to those who suffer from ‘collectionitis’: the belief that he alone had the right to talk about a vase that he owned, even after he had parted with it.

Had he lived some centuries ago, in the brightly coloured civilizations of the past, he would have had a definite status, his rank and his income would have corresponded. But in his day the angel of Democracy had arisen, enshadowing the classes with leathern wings […]

Of course, the Russians think it is something else because they say the Russians have a democracy and it is plain that their government is not what the Americans regard as a democracy.

the juice being pressed out is immediately pleasant in caste , without any thing of that restringency which it had when incorporated with the meat , or flesh of the Apple