Far Off Things

This is a book, my dear Turner, which I had in my heart to write for many years. The thought of it came to me with that other thought that I was growing-rather, grown-old; that the curtain had definitely been rung down on all the days of my youth. And so I got into the way of looking back, of recalling the far gone times and suns of the 'seventies and early 'eighties when the scene of my life was being set. I made up my mind that I would write about it all-some day.