Old Mizzou had wandered off up the gulch. Arthur had wandered off
down the gulch. The woman had locked herself in her cabin.
So, having nothing else to do, he got out the manuscript of _Aliris: A
Romance of all Time_, and read it through carefully from the beginning.
To his surprise he found it very poor. Its language was felicitous in
some spots, but stilted in most; the erudition was pedantic, and
dragged in by the ears; the action was idiotic; and the proportions
were padded until they no longer existed as proportions. He was
astounded. He began to see that he had misconceived the whole treatment
of it. It would have to be written all over again, with the love story
as the ruling _motif_. He felt very capable of doing the love story.
He drew some paper toward him and began to write.
You see he was already developing. Every time a writer is made to
appreciate that his work is poor he has taken a step in advance of it.
Although he did not know that was the reason of it, Bennington
perceived the deficiencies of _Aliris_, because he had promised to read
it to the girl. He saw it through her eyes.
The young man became absorbed in redescribing the heroine with violet
eyes.
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