Novels are about men and women and children and dogs, not politics.

“It was still mild when they walked home from the party, and Irene looked up at …”

“Agnes Shay had the true spirit of a maid. Moistened with dishwater and mild eau…”

“So help me God it gets more and more preposterous, it corresponds less and less…”

“They were delivered to mansions remodeled into country clubs, boarding schools,…”