The world ain't ready for your long sentences, buckaroo

On being old-fashioned

Some years ago, before I was married, and yet during that blessed period when the cause of my future conjugal felicity had impinged upon my perception, and the nuptial concept had begun to be entertained, I commenced myself upon the exploration of a certain novel, no less famous in its own day than in our own, written at the dawn of the prose novel in E…