ABSTRACT
Mr. Shaw's novels were written over forty years ago; Mr. Huxley is among the most distinguished of our younger and most modern novelists. It is customary to say that Mr. Shaw is a writer with a purpose, and nowhere more obviously than in his novels; to say that Mr. Huxley writes 'novels with a purpose' would seem at first sight to be absurdly paradoxical. The disparity between the two ought to be striking, and yet reading them consecutively I found it difficult to see that they be longed to different ages, except in the unimportant superficialities which are without significance, or that the form, conception, use of the novel have changed materially in the last forty years.
