Somerset Maugham’s novels and short stories. He first wrote stage plays and said to strive for clarity and then euphony. But in “Cakes and Ale” Maugham made a leap of expression into things heterosexual. At the time I read him, gay life was a sketchy existence hidden mostly by marriage. Rosie in “Cakes and Ale” is a hearty, free wheeler, not an armiger of a male character. I read hints of plagiarism by Ambrose Bierce, but chalked them up as petty jealousies. When I came across Anatole France’s “Penguin Island” I began to collect his works and found Rose. She no longer drank ale but there she is in “The Red Lily” which lays out her every feminine nuance. A line of Maugham’s work describes a rejected lover descending the stairs, after a tryst. It was France’s “The dawn crept up the stairs like a sleepy cat”. (France, 1901). Gods die. Maugham was incapable of writing Rose, he had stolen her.