"Are they so difficult?"
"The ones I want are. I don't want any but the best."
She smiled.
"It's all very well to smile; but this kind of magazine hasn't really been tried before. There's room for it."
"Oh, oceans of room."
"And it will have all the room there is. Now's its moment. All the good old magazines are dead."
"And gone to heaven because they were so good."
"Because they were old. My magazine will be young."
"There has been frightful mortality among the young."
"I know the things you mean. They were decadent, neurotic, morbid, worse than old. My magazine will be really young. It's the young writers that I want. And there isn't one of them I want as much as you."