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193 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1970
High instincts, before which our mortal nature,
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised. - William Wordsworth from Ode to Immortality
Villiers smiled a little, apparently at something in his own book. Aware as he was of the huge vanity of writers, Wexford was nevertheless unable to understand how one of them could actually laugh at something he had written himself.

One might say with Wilde that the good ended happily and the bad unhappily, for that is the meaning of fiction.

So much he soared beyond or sunk beneath/The men with whom he felt condemned to breathe.
So much he soared beyond or sunk beneath
The men with whom he felt condemned to breathe