Delightful, but rather highbrow and distinctly literary, an autobiography only so far as it is a story of his own place in the English world of letters of the past thirty years. One learns with surprise, for instance, of two marriages and of children, so small a place has he given to the personal side of his life. But one has a feeling of warm intimacy with his intellectual life, with his emotions as regards not only his fellow writers, fellow poets of the imagist school, but his reaction to war and peace, to literary parties, to city and country, to the shibboleths of modernity, to social movements, to England, the Continent, America, to the beauty of the countryside and the feel of an England that is gone. Somewhat limited market.