"But—well, what do you advise?"
Desire sucked her pencil. (He had given up trying to cure her of this poisonous habit.)
"I've thought about that. If you were not so—so temperamental, I would say go back and begin again. But that is risky. It will be better to go on, I think, trying to recapture the more serious style, until the whole book it at least in some form. Then you will know exactly where you are and what is necessary to harmonize the whole. You can then rewrite the 'off' chapters, bringing them into line. This is a recognized literary method, I believe."
"Is it? Good heavens!"
"I read it in a book."
"Then it must be literary. All right. I'm agreeable. But at present—"
"At present," firmly, "the main thing is to go on."
"This morning?"
"Certainly."
"But I don't want to go on this morning. That is the flaw in your literary method. It makes me go on whether I want to or not. Now the really top-notchers never do that. They are as full of stoppages as a freight train. Fact. They only create when the spirit moves them."