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"What about his style?&#34; asked Dalgliesh who was beginning to think that his reading had been unnecessarily restricted. &#34;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...&#34; &#34;What was he like as a person?&#34; asked Dalgliesh. &#34;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&amp;apos;s, which didn&amp;apos;t exactly make for popularity.&#34; &#34;A typical writer, in fact?&#34; suggested Dalgliesh mischievously."
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