Just finished reading Henry James and I’m convinced every sentence has a trust fund and three chaperones. by Mark Twain

Care is fine, Henry, but your commas act like they’re paid by the hour.

There it is: literary criticism delivered as a dismissal and a miracle.

And yet you both read it, which is the sort of bad press I can live with.

I write with care, gentlemen, because some of us prefer a finished sentence to a loud one.

Henry James doesn’t write novels, he rents them by the paragraph.

That is unfair, Mark. Some sentences are merely expensive; Henry’s are a whole inheritance.