'Robinson Crusoe an English book -- and only the English could have accepted it as adult literature: comforted by feeling that the life of adventure could be led by a man duller than themselves. No gaiety wit or invention [...] Boy scout manual. Unlike Moll or Roxana or Selkirk himself, Crusoe never develops or modifies. As much bored as I was 30 years ago. Its only literary merit is the well conceived crescendo of the savages. Historically important, no doubt, and the parent of other insincerities, such as Treasure Island [...] I shan't read Part II. [goes on to quote from, and comment upon, text further]'