“The funny thing,” he continued, “is, scratch the sly one and out comes the real fanatic, and what begins with ‘Gosh, I can never remember whether Romanesque was before or after Gothic’ leads to secret pamphlet readings and stained-glass studyings, and ends up in wild aesthetic discussions of the relative values of the two towers at Chartres. Then all restraint is thrown to the wind and anything really old enough is greeted with animal cries of anguish at its beauty. In the final stage small discriminating lists appear about her person—but they only contain, you
