In one of her pseudonymous ‘Letters of the Moment’, published in 1924 in her husband’s The Criterion, Vivienne Eliot itemised ‘the monthlies, the weeklies, the quarterly reviews, set out in rows like a parterre’ upon her table. They included ‘the pink Dial, the golden Mercury, the austere Nouvelle Revue Française’, ‘the lemon yellow Adelphi’, the ‘slim and elegant Nation’ and ‘beneath all but shamefully in sight the gaudy cover and uncouth dimensions of Vogue’. 

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