"Authors! said Dorcas to herself with scornful emphasis - Authors indeed! - Well, I'll never read a book again but what I'll think of the people as has had to put up with the author, I know that. - Preparing meals, and beating the gong, and going back 'alf an hour later to find nobody's ever been near them, and the mutton fat frozen solid in the dish, and the soup stone cold - and them ringing bells at all hours for coffee, 'and make it strong Dorcas - make it strong!' and them writing half the night, and lying in bed half the day with people toiling up to their bedrooms with trays. - Authors - poof! said Dorcas to herself and she took up the tray and marched across the hall and pushed open the door of the study with one foot, and crunched heedlessly over the foolscap-covered floor, and dumped the tray down on the foolscap-covered desk."
DE Stevenson, Miss Buncle's Book.
