American actors are all muscular, tanned, white teeth and they have this indestructible confidence. We British are all. . . Dare I say it? Pessimistic.
What a lumbering poor vehicle prose is for the conveying of a great thought!. . . Prose wanders around with a lantern & laboriously schedules & verifies the details & particulars of a valley & its frame of crags & peaks, then Poetry comes, & lays bare the whole landscape with a single splendid flash.