Excerpt from Confessions of a Journalist, 1904 It was the idle singer of an empty day him self, a dreamer of dreams born out of his due time, ' now very much awake, striving to set the crooked straight He had gained from the wealthy classes the reputation of being an amiable lunatic, a great poet-artist who loved to play at slumming amid the hordes Of unwashed democracy. But amongst us he was simply a wise elder brother with the brain of a genius and the heart of a little child. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.