You Have A Point," Said Fronto, "and

Long Ago I Yearned To Be A Hero Without Knowing, In Truth, What A Hero Was. Now, Perhaps, I Understand It A Little Better. A Grower Of Turnips Or A Shaper Of Clay, A Commot Farmer Or A King--every Man Is A Hero If He Strives More For Others Than For Himself Alone. Once You Told Me That The Seeking Counts More Than The Finding. So, Too, Must The Striving Count More Than The Gain.

Using The Device Of An Imaginary World Allows Me In Some Strange Way To Go To The Central Issues - It's One Of Many Ways To Express Feelings About Real People, About Real Human Relationships.

Is There Worse Evil Than That Which Goes In The Mask Of Good?

I Saw Myself. . . In The Time I Watched, I Saw Strength And Frailty, Pride And Vanity, Courage And Fear. Of Wisdom, A Little. Of Folly Much. Of Intentions Many Good Ones; But Many More Left Undone. On This Alas, I Saw Myself A Man Like Any Other. But This Too I Saw . . . Alike As Men May Seem, Each Is Different As Flakes Of Snow, No Two The Same.you Told Me You Had No Need To Seek The Mirror, Knowing You Were Annlaw Clay-shaper. Now I Know Who I Am: Myself And None Other. I Am Taran.

He Was A Great Poet" They Lamented. No, He Was Not A Great Poet," Said Theo, "he Was A Good Poet, He Could Have Been Better. That's The Real Loss Don't You See?