I am glad to see, in your account of miscellaneous reading, authors of such inoppugnable orthodoxy as Coleridge and Carlyle.

There is precious little we can do.

He writes well when he is describing moments of action—the miserable life of the peasants under the cruelty and oppression of the Karageorgević régime—but the book is discursive and baulkingly long, and the moments of drama are lost between pages of trivia and pretentious overwriting.

Do you believe in God / the Easter Bunny / ghosts?