Henry James, n.All

Henry James is a man who did not live, he observed life from a window, and too often was inclined to content himself with no more than what his friends told him they saw when they looked out of a window.

Henry James is a little emasculated mass of inanity.

Henry James is one of the nicest old ladies you'll ever meet.

Henry James is a man with a mind so fine that no idea could violate it.

Henry James is the kind of writer where once you've put one of his books down, you simply can't pick it up again.

Henry James is a writer who would have been vastly improved as a novelist by a few whiffs of the chicago stockyards.

Henry James is a writer who rarely tolerates bare verbs: he splits infinitives and fills them up with adverbial stuffing, he presses the passing colloquialism into his service: his vast paragraphs sweat and struggle.

Henry James is a writer who turned his back on one of the great events in the world's history, the rise of the United States, in order to report tittle-tattle at tea parties in English country houses.