_First printed January 1918_
_Second Impression February 1918_
_London: William Heinemann, 1918_
TO
THAT FRIEND OF MINE
WHO, WHEN I WROTE HIM
ENDLESS LETTERS,
SAID COLDLY,
"WHY NOT KEEP SOMETHING
FOR YOURSELF!"
_I apologize to those whom I may hurt._
_Can I soothe them by pleading that one may only write what is true for
oneself?_
_E. B._