13/13 Nearly all the journalist-critics were against him and made themselves ridiculous by their brainless strictures; _Truth_ and _The Times_, for example, were poisonously puritanic, but thinking people came over to his side in a body. The halo of fame was about him, and the incense of it in his nostrils made him more charming, more irresponsibly gay, more genial-witty than ever. He was as one set upon a pinnacle with the sunshine playing about him, lighting up his radiant eyes. All the while, however, the foul mists from the underworld were wreathing about him, climbing higher and higher. Appendix: "Criticisms by Robert Ross.". |