"No-no. You carried it fairly well."
"Just at first, perhaps, just at first it goes to your head a bit. Then you get sick of it, and you don't want ever to have any more of it again. And all the time it makes you feel such a silly ass."
"You were certainly not cut out for a celebrity."
"But the awful thing is that when you've swallowed all the praise you can't get rid of the people. They come swarming and tearing and clutching at you, and bizzing in your ear when you want to be quiet. I feel as if I were being buried alive under awful avalanches of people."
"I told you you would be."
"If," she cried, "they'd only kill you outright. But they throttle you. You fight for breath. They let go and then they're at you again. They come telling you how wonderful you are and how they adore your work; and not one of them cares a rap about it. If they did they'd leave you alone to do it."
"Poor Jinny," he murmured.
"Why am I marked out for this? Why is it, George? Why should they take me and leave you alone?"
"It's your emotional quality that fetches them. But it's inconceivable how you've been fetched."
"I wanted to see what the creatures were like. Oh, George, that I should be so punished when I only wanted to see what they were like."