CHAPTER IX.
_And Then More Villagers_ ...

A meeting place for the few who are struggling ever and ever for an art that will be truly American.

An art that is not hidebound by the deadening influences of a decadent Europe, or the result of intellectual theories evolved by those whose only pleasure in existence is to create laws for others to obey ...

an art, let us say, that springs out of the emotional depths of creative spirit, courageous and unafraid of rotting power, or limited scope ...

an art whose purpose is flaming beauty of creation and nothing else .-- HAROLD HERSEY, in _The Quill_ (Greenwich Village).
Someone said today to the author of this book: "How can you write about the Village?
You don't live here.