I just read "God's Funeral" by A. N. Wilson. I laughed so hard!

On George Eliot:

"Poor horse-faced lady."

"Ever since he and George Eliot moved into The Priory, St. John's Wood (November 1863), one feels, ugly female novelists have been setting up house in North London with pushy liberal-minded journalists."

On George Bernard Shaw:

"Thanks to Shaw, the first ladies' lavatory in England was constructed at the top of Park Street, now Parkway, in Camden Town, London NW1...Nowadays the increasingly elderly fans who clamber from their charabancs for matinee productions of "Major Barbara" or "The Doctor's Dilemma" have more cause to be grateful to GBS than they know. After all, thanks to the existence of public lavatories for women they can settle back for two or three hours of facile paradox and wholly unmemorable epigram, safe in the knowledge that they can be in all senses 'comfortable'."