This wonderful story which aroused such comment and enthusiasm during its publication in Scribner's Magazine will be one of the most striking and important books of the year -- it sounds a note of cheer, of inspiration, or practical idealism.
nies in window- sashes into the room. "Someone is wrong. Is it I--or You?"
His thin lips drew themselves back against his teeth in a mirthless smile which was like a grin.
"Yes," he said. "I am pretty far gone. I am beginning to talk to myself about God. Bryan did it just before he was taken to Dr. Hewletts' place and cut his throat."
He had not led a specially evil life; he had not broken laws, but the subject of Deity was not one which his scheme of existence had included. When it had haunted him of late he had felt it an untoward and morbid sign. The thing had drawn him--drawn him; he had complained against it, he had argued, sometimes he knew--shuddering-- that he had raved. Something had seemed to stand aside and watch his being and his thinking. Something which filled the universe had seemed to wait, and to have waited through all the eternal ages, to see what he--one man--would do. At times a great appalled wonder had swept over him at his realization that he had never known or thoug
Such a lovely story, with typical Burnett descriptions of lesser-class people, and a lovely twist ending! Thoroughly enjoyable - Glad I took the time to read it.