'...he thought that not only was his job necessary, unlike that of a journalist, from an absolute point of view, but also few people could do it as well as he and nobody exactly as he did it. He had his own particular flavour. For instance Milosh and Elizabeth Craik and Lady Hindshead. How many men could tune in like a crystal to expatriate, ex-Marxist Viennese Jew under three psycho-analysts, spinster under thirty existential novelist of Mayfair extraction and gaiety girl widow of a peer, whose memoirs had to be pruned from three thousand libellous pages[?] Like an experienced gardener - he could move from medlar to cactus to hydrangea - and facilitate the growth of each, sympathising with the purposes of succulent decay, dessication and superabundant mauve fructivity.'
from Marching with April by Hugo Charteris (Chapter 1)
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