“In good sooth, my masters, this is no door.
Yet is it a little window, that looketh upon a great world.”
For offering this new edition of my father’s Phantastes, my reasons arethree. The first is to rescue the work from an edition illustrated without theauthor’s sanction, and so unsuitably that all lovers of the book musthave experienced some real grief in turning its pages. With the copyright Isecured also the whole of that edition and turned it into pulp.
My second reason is to pay a small tribute to my father by way of personalgratitude for this, his first prose work, which was published nearly fiftyyears ago. Though unknown to many lovers of his greater writings, none of thesehas exceeded it in imaginative insight and power of expression. To me it ringswith the dominant chord of his life’s purpose and work.
My third reason is that wider knowledge and love of the book should be madepossible. To this end I have been most happy in the help of my father’sold friend, who has illustrated the book. I know of no other