I'm knee-deep in A. S. Byatt's The Virgin in the Garden and in Forster's Howards End right now, and it might be a few days before a post a review of either. But for now, enjoy with me, this delicious quote taken from Chapter 7 of Howards End.
"...I began to think that the very soul of the world is economic, and that the lowest abyss is not the absence of love but the absence of coin"
What a gorgeous and cynical thing to say. Very prescient of Forster I think.