I also begin where he began, and follow wither the dream led him. Meanwhile, I can but entreat you to remember it is only by preserving faith in human dreams that we may, after all, perhaps some day make them come true.

Kennaston no longer thought of himself as a man of flesh-and-blood moving about a world of his compeers. Or, at least, that especial aspect of his existence wa…

You touch on a disheartening truth. People never want to be told anything they do not believe already.

This book did not get for me any general recognition. It got for me, instead, something in every way more valuable. For it was The Cream of the Jest which firs…