On the other hand...

Considering my just-below post, I will consider accusations of hysteria and melodrama. And history will inevitably tell a story so different from what we consider the state of literature to be today.

It reminds me of when today I read "Mr. Bennett and Mrs. Brown" by Virginia Woolf, or any of her attacks on Wells/Bennett/Galsworthy. I almost feel sorry for them, with her scathing critiques. Because what is this triumverate really, compared to the Great Virginia Woolf? An unfair pitting, so it seems to modern eyes.

But then back then she was all David, and they were decidedly Goliath.

So the moral of that story is that you never really know.