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Critic Finds 'Sound Supplants Sense' in Work of Hillyer, Boylston Professor

"A LETTER TO ROBERT FROST AND OTHERS", by Robert Hillyor; Alfrod A. Knopf, New York, $2.00.

(3) The sound and fury so intense, that often

The Muse's corpse is justled from her coffin,

Where she lay dying in a rattling hearse

Driven by Faulkner, Wolfe, and even worse.

When tragedy descends from Court to hovel

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Fit men make no fit subject for a novel,

But only monsters whose creators, even,

Confuse them, and John reappears as Stephen,--

(4) A trifling slip, no doubt, it yet suffices

To limit the consistency to vices;

Except that one must ponder if the style

Or matter is consistently more vile.

They look not to the distant mountains, Death

Is in their eyes and madness in their breath.

(5) Around, in neber-lifting vapors surled

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