The article focuses on the book "A Man of Letters," by V.S. Pritchett. This book is written so particularly, refracts so exactly the books under review, that one seems to have read the books themselves. There seems, for Pritchett, no substantial difference between his pleasure in writing his short stories, his novels, his autobiographies or his criticism. What Pritchett does in his writing-in this book, and in his own novels and short stories-is to reflect something about the English nature that has also been caught by the graphic artists and political cartoonists he most admires. It is in social flux, in the reworking of accepted notations of manners, that Pritchett detects agents of change.