Sinopsis

“That‟s a dangerous fellow, Stuart,” remarked Baldwin Carr, who had unperceived entered the library, and, over his nephew‟s shoulder, read the title: “Thus Spake Zarathustra.”
Stuart Heron laid down the ponderous volume of Nietzsche, and smiled up lazily at his juvenile uncle-by-marriage: “Oh, we‟re a depraved family! Not half an hour ago I caught Babs behind the drawing-room screen, reading Ella Wheeler Wilcox.”
Baldwin looked startled. “Isn‟t that all right? I myself gave it to the child; the complete edition, bound in white vellum.”
“We‟ll send old Nietzsche to be bound in white vellum, and rob him of his sting.”
“And this man is just as bad”; Baldwin ignored his nephew‟s flippancy...