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Title: Tutors' Lane
Author: Wilmarth Lewis
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TUTORS' LANE
Wilmarth Lewis
Alfred A. Knopf
New York--1922
COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY ALFRED A. KNOPF, Inc.
_Published, September, 1922_
_Set up and printed by the Vail-Ballou Co., Binghamton, N. Y._
_Paper supplied by W. F. Etherington & Co., New York, N. Y._
_Bound by the H. Wolff Estate, New York, N. Y._
MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
To
Helen and Wilson Follett
_LORD TOLLOLLER: "... of birth and position I've plenty;
I've grammar and spelling for two,
And blood and behaviour for twenty."_
IOLANTHE.
Tutors' Lane
A SYLLABUS
Having once, for a few months, had a literary column in a newspaper, I
have come to admire those authors who place at the beginning of their
books a "word" in which the whole thing is given away. The time that
those words saved me in writing my reviews--time which otherwise would
have been lost in reading the books--enabled me to write this book; a
consummation which may have, in its heart, a significant kernel, and
which certainly shows how funny the world is, after all.
Now, as to this book and what it is all about, I frankly am at a loss.
That's the difficulty of being too near it. Whether it is realism,
naturalism, or merely restrained romanticism, I simply do not know. It
is awkward not knowing, for in the battle of the schools now raging I
should like to take sides. I should like either to charge with the
romantics, or defend with the realists. It must be good fun being pushed
and shoved around, with someone's elbow in your eye and someone else's
hatpin in your ear, and everyone crying, in the words of a recent
heroine, "I want to be outraged." But, for the present at least, I must
be content, like little Oli
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