Read it through once

It seems to me that a new method is needed; that the only excuse for the novelist now is to reveal the mind. The aim of a novelist, if he is honest, should be to show what nobody else has shown. But the novelist of the materialistic school, by telling us only about the outside of life, neglects the essential qualities which constitute the reality of experience. He gives us characters which are, as it were, articulated skeletons — handsome perhaps, well dressed, moving through society — but with no inner life. Passages of observation, description, anecdote, are made to do the work of revelation which should be done by the presentation of the shifts and changes of mind.