ABSTRACT
I am reading aloud to my husband The White Monkey, and you may be surprised to hear that it seems to hold him more than any of Mr Galsworthy’s other novels – much as he has liked them. He always says he cannot understand clever modern young people, so I thought the first chapters might bewilder him – but he said he liked them and that they were Congreveian. He began well by being tremendously interested in the monkey on the wrapper, and wondered what it meant.
