E. M. Forster

… the word BARACH, say the learned, is both to bless and curse.
—Dryden.

M. Forster is for me the only living novelist who can be read again and again and who, at each reading, gives me what few novelists can give us after our first days of novel—reading, the sensation of having “learned” something. I have wanted for a long time to express my admiration of him but it was not until now that the opportunity occurred; the delay seems to me fortunate—Forster’s bright, modest, stubborn mind is, I think, peculiarly useful as we face the trials of war.