But the imbecile thing, the absolutely extraordinary thing was that he hadn’t the slightest idea that Isabel wasn’t as happy as he. God, what blindness! He hadn’t the remotest notion in those days that she really hated that inconvenient little house, that she thought the fat nanny was ruining the babies, that she was desperatelyContinue reading “RKS New Zealand Literature: If Only Isabel Had Not Gone to Paris…. (Katherine Mansfield)”
