Here they are, all mixed: and
I choose one only out of the heap--and that a passage which doesn't
help the actual story much, though it may help the understanding of
it. It occurs in a letter of Foe's written at sea and posted from
New York--
"She had been reading a magazine, borrowed from the ship's
library, and when she left me, she left it lying beside her
deck-chair. The wind ruffled its pages and threatened to tear
them: so I picked the thing up, and was about to close it, and
to stow it behind her cushion, when a story-title caught my eye
and agreeably whetted my curiosity. It was 'The Head Hunter.'
"I don't care greatly for short stories. Fiction as a rule bores
me in inverse proportion to its length--which seems a paradox
and liable to be reduced to the absurd by any moderately expert
logician. Yet you will find it experimentally true of five
readers out of six. . . . Moreover the yarn had little or
nothing to do with real head-hunting--except in its preamble.
I soon glanced at the end, and had no further use for the story.
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