Bulwer-Lytton was a ceaseless smoker; and there are few if any notable Germans who have not been addicted to the same indulgence.
Bulwer-Lytton looked at the matter in quite a different light.
Bulwer-Lytton's reply was a most cordial invitation to stay with him at Knebworth and talk the matter over.
Bulwer-Lytton, in his life of Schiller, declares that when he wrote at night he drank hock wine.
"As a rule, the author who is not in genius far above his productions must be a second-rate one at best," says Bulwer-Lytton.
