And as the Mill, that circumgyreth fast, Refuseth nothing that therein is cast, But whatsoeuer is to it assign’d, Gladly receiues, and willing is to grynd;

I'd like to come, but the thing is, I just can't afford it.

[…] the literary world […] is a world so prissy, maiden-auntish; so class-bound;

The sunny South develops a different view of life, a different literature and a different art from the lightless North. Here a clear smiling sky and a joyful disposition in a cheerish mind, […]