_Written almost six years ago, this story is a product of undergraduate
days at Princeton. Considerably revised, it was published in the
“Smart Set” in 1921. At the time of its conception I had but one
idea--to be a poet--and the fact that I was interested in the ring of
every phrase, that I dreaded the obvious in prose if not in plot,
shows throughout. Probably the peculiar affection I feel for it
depends more upon its age than upon any intrinsic merit._