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    Finnley got a book out of her bag and started reading, rather rudely, Elizabeth thought.

    Liz leaned over so that she could read over Finnley’s shoulder, in the absence of anyone to talk to as all the characters had been written out of the script.

    “…full of misinformation and wrong opinions.” she read.

    “Then sir, you may say so. The ruder you are, the more the editors will be delighted.”

    (A point worth bearing in mind, Liz thought)

    “But it is my own opinions which I wish to make better known, not other people’s.”

    “Ah, but, sir, it is precisely by passing judgements upon other people’s work and pointing out their errors that readers can be made to understand your own opinions better. It is the easiest thing in the world to turn a review to one’s own ends. One only need mention the book once or twice and for the rest of the article one may develop one’s theme just as one chuses. It is, I assure you, what every body else does.”

    “Hmm, you may be right. But, no. It would seem as if I were lending support to what ought never to have been published in the first place.”

    When Elizabeth had had enough of reading, she wrote Godfrey back into the script.

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