[1] As this book goes to press, Madam Tolstoy's "Autobiography" is being published in The Freeman. Her views of the great man should be illuminating, especially if she does not try to minimize his defects.
[2] This is no longer true in the troubled year of grace, 1922. Every scrap of Tolstoy is published in Russia. And probably before long there will be complete translations in many modern languages.
[3] And we are still saying it, 1922!
[4] This refers, of course, to the revolution before the Great War. I wonder now, 1922, just what Lenin, Trotsky, Chicherin, et. al., think of Tolstoy, and what he would have thought of them!