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No Man Is Uninteresting When His Hat Is Blown Off And He Has To Scuttle After It Down The Street.

When One Has Praised Turgenev, However, For The Beauty Of His Character And The Beautiful Truth Of His Art, One Remembers That He, Too, Was Human And Therefore Less Than Perfect. His Chief Failing Was, Perhaps, That Of All The Great Artists, He Was The Most Lacking In Exuberance. That Is Why He Began To Be Scorned In A World Which Rated Exuberance Higher Than Beauty Or Love Or Pity.

The Happiness Even Of The Naturalist Depends In Some Measure Upon His Ignorance, Which Still Leaves Him New Worlds Of This Kind To Conquer. He May Have Reached The Very Z Of Knowledge In The Books, But He Still Feels Half Ignorant Until He Has Confirmed Each Bright Particular With His Eyes.

Chekhov Will Seek Out The Key Situation In The Life Of A Cabman Or A Charwoman, And Make Them Glow For A Brief Moment In The Tender Light Of His Sympathy.

It Is Doubtful If Even Experience Of Riches And Success Is As Intense Among Those Who Have Experienced Nothing Else As Among Those Who Have Also Experienced Poverty And Failure. There Is Little Romance In Wealth To Those Who Have Been Born Wealthy And Whose Families Have Been Wealthy For Generations.