"But then there comes the reversed picture, the other side of the coin. On a sudden everything becomes flat, tedious, and unnatural. The heroine who was yesterday alive with the celestial spark is found to-day to be a lump of motionless clay. The dialogue that was so cheery on the first perusal is utterly uninteresting at a second reading. Yesterday I was sure that there was my monument," and she put her hand upon the manuscript; "to-day I feel it to be only too heavy for a gravestone!"
"One's judgment about one's-self always does vacillate," said Mr. Alf in a tone as phlegmatic as were the words.
"And yet it is so important that one should be able to judge correctly of one's own work! I can at any rate trust myself to be honest, which is more perhaps than can be said of all the critics."

"But then there comes the other side of the coin. Suddenly everything seems flat, tedious, and unnatural. The heroine who was yesterday alive is found today to be a lump of motionless clay."
"One's judgment about oneself always does vacillate," said Mr. Alf.
"And yet it is so important to judge one's own work correctly! I can at any rate trust myself to be honest, which is more perhaps than can be said of all the critics."
