BORED.
—C. O. Review.
A verse may find him who a sermon flies, and there is likely to be here and there one, who seeing in a bookseller's window the red cover and the black, the very black, cart thereon, will incontinently purchase.
—The New Witness.
His arguments are closely logical when he chooses to make them so, though their sequence and arrangement are bewilderingly haphazard.
—The Herald.
The whole effect is of a hotch-potch composed in a lunatic asylum; and the pictures seem madder than the letterpress.... Much to the irritation of my wife, for supper was waiting, I read on till I had read the book right through.... The "mad" author of this book is Douglas Pepler, the "mad" artist is Eric Gill. When I say "mad" I am, for the moment, taking it for granted that the world is sane.
—Labour Leader.
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(and so on very nicely for several columns.)
—Land and Water.
The drama is skilfully unfolded (though the author fails over the spelling of Nietzsche, page 29) and interspersed with wood-cuts ... and a still more excellent account of the passing of the poor man's parlour.
—The Cambridge Magazine.
The author has marked with the toe of his boot the moral weakness on which the Devil depends for his power over the modern world.
—Red Feather.
Mr. Pepler perpetually DROPS into dialogue with