... to write a few books. His rare, delicate genius was scarcely touched by passing events. Not many of his countrymen really love his writings, as they love, for instance the writings of Dickens or Thackeray or Stevenson. Everyone reads, at some time of his life, , and trembles at its passionate indictment of the sin of concealment, at its agonized admonition, Be true! Be true! Perhaps the happies...