The strong survice, each in his sphere. Forster appears to have accepted enough Social Darwinism to accept the necessity of killing off Ricky and his crippled seed. He is allowed to live in his spiritual seed--his writing--but must be cut off at the knees, literally. Stephen the beefy Britisher may live and reproduce, hearty, inoffensively witless, and close to the land.<br><br>The grammar of the review, by the way, has a few odd solecisms.<br><br>