"My dear fellow, your works are the possession of the nation," said Philip, smiling, as he lit a cigar.
"It's an infernal liberty!" fumed Dale.
"You light the fire, and blame it for blazing," said Philip.
"One doesn't want to shove one's views down people's throats."
"Doesn't one? One used to."
"I shall write and disclaim any responsibility."
"For the poem?"
"For its publication, of course."
"That won't do you much good."