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" What about his style?" asked Dalgliesh who was beginning to think that his reading had been unnecessarily restricted." Turgid but grammatical. And, in these days, when every illiterate debutante thinks she is a novelist, who am I to quarrel with that? Written with Fowler on his left hand and Roget on his right. Stale, flat and, alas, rapidly becoming unprofitable..." " What was he like as a person?" asked Dalgliesh." Oh, difficult. Very difficult, poor fellow! I thought you knew him? A precise, self-opinionated, nervous little man perpetually fretting about his sales, his publicity or his book jackets. He overvalued his own talent and undervalued everyone else's, which didn't exactly make for popularity." " A typical writer, in fact?" suggested Dalgliesh mischievously. "
