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a prisoner released from chains; ready to dance in letters to any extent. Forthwith I thought of “A Great Romance,” a highly elaborate and elaborated piece of work, full of the strangest and rarest things. I have forgotten how it was that this design broke down; but I found by experiment that the great romance was to go on that brave shelf of the unwritten books, the shelf where all the splendid books are to be found in their golden bindings. “The White People” is a small piece of salvage from the wreck. Oddly enough, as is insinuated in the Prologue, the mainspring of the story is to be sought in a medical textbook. In the Prologue reference is made to a review article by Dr. Coryn. But I have since found out that Dr. Coryn was merely quoting from a scientific treatise that case of the lady whose fingers became violently inflamed because she saw a heavy window sash descend on the fingers of her child. With this instance, of course, are to be considered all cases of stigmata, both ancient and modern: and then the question is obvious enough: what limits can we place to the powers of the imagination? Has not the imagination the potentiality at least of performing any miracle, however marvelous, however incredible, according to our ordinary standards? As to the decoration of the story, that is a mingling which I venture to think somewhat ingenious of odds and ends of folk lore and witch lore with pure inventions of my own. Some years later I was amused to receive a letter from a gentleman who was, if I remember, a schoolmaster somewhere in Malaya. This gentleman, an earnest student of folklore, was writing an article on some singular things he had observed amongst the Malayans, and chiefly a kind of were-wolf state into which some of them were able to conjure themselves. He had found, as he said, startling resemblances between the magic ritual of Malaya and some of the ceremonies and practices hinted at in “The White People.” He presumed that all this was not fancy but fact; that is that I was describing practices actually in use among superstitious people on the Welsh border; he was going to quote from me in the article for the Journal of the Folk Lore Society, or whatever it was called, and he just wanted to let me know. I wrote in a hurry to the folklore journal to bid them beware: for the instances selected by the student were all fictions of my own brain!
    “The Great God Pan” and “The Inmost Light” are tales of an earlier date, going back to 1890, ’91, ’92. I have written a good deal about them in “Far Off Things,” and in a preface to an edition of “The Great God Pan,” published by Messrs. Simpkin, Marshall in 1916, I have described at length the origins of the book. But I must quote anew some extracts from the reviews which welcomed “The Great God Pan” to my extraordinary entertainment, hilarity and refreshment. Here are a few of the best:
“It is not Mr. Machen’s fault but his misfortune, that one shakes with laughter rather than with dread over the contemplation of his psychological bogey.”— Observer .
“His horror, we regret to say, leaves us quite cold…and our flesh obstinately refuses to creep.”— Chronicle .
“His bogies don’t scare.”— Sketch .
“We are afraid he only succeeds in being ridiculous.”— Manchester Guardian .
“Gruesome, ghastly and dull.”— Lady’s Pictorial .
“Incoherent nightmare of sex…which would soon lead to insanity if unrestrained…innocuous from its absurdity.”— Westminster Gazette .
    And so on, and so on. Several papers, I remember, declared that “The Great God Pan” was simply a stupid and incompetent rehash of Huysmans’ “Là-Bas” and “À Rebours.” I had not read these books so I got them both. Thereon, I perceived that my critics had not read them either.

A FRAGMENT OF LIFE
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    Edward Darnell awoke from a dream of an ancient wood, and of a clear well rising into grey film and vapour beneath a misty,