“That same day, Howards End was published by the firm of Edward Arnold. Its critical and popular success elevated E. M. Forster to the uppermost literary circles. Hailed by R. A. Scott-James of the Daily News as the finest novel of the year, it was set in a thoroughly up-to-date London of motor-cars, discussion groups and class distinctions. The eponymous house was, Scott-James felt, ‘a sort of symbol of everything in England, old and new, changeless, yet amid flux’.5 Forster’s epigraph, ‘Only Connect’, was a plea to readers who found themselves entangled in the conflicts – between men and women, rich and poor, conservative and progressive – that had defined Edward’s reign, and escalated dramatically in the wake of his death.”