D. G. King, Chicago:
Your article To The Innermost in the October number is a manly poke at the snug, smug, dead-alive ones, the mollycoddles, the got-in-a-rut-can’t-get-out-without-considerable-effort ones, and others of the won’t-do-and-dare class that this farcical world of ours is plentifully sprinkled with! It’s the best thing I’ve seen yet from your militant pen.
“THE RAFT”
BY CONINGSBY DAWSON
Author of “The Garden Without Walls,” “Florence on a Certain Night,” etc.
“Life at its beginning and its end is bounded by a haunted wood. When no one is watching, children creep back to it to play with the fairies and to listen to the angels’ footsteps. As the road of their journey lengthens, they return more rarely. Remembering less and less, they build themselves cities of imperative endeavor. But at night the wood comes marching to their walls, tall trees moving silently as clouds and little trees treading softly. The green host halts and calls—in the voice of memory, poetry, religion, legend or, as the Greeks put it, in the faint pipes and stampeding feet of Pan.”
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