ABSTRACT
Mr Gissing does not love London, but he knows it. In a dozen volumes he has given us a picture ofthe great stony-hearted city ofunremitting toil, which is neither splendid nor complete, but which presents the thwarted average life of the average thwarted man with a force and a precision which cannot fail to command recognition. For Mr Gissing is never common, never glib, and never conventional.
four more years in which to taste the exquisite peace of rest, and cessation from toil, and security, is indeed something to be grateful for.
