![]() ![]() Well, here it is! Since they will not have the insidious poem, they shall tell it themselves-and have both the blame and the praise. Now be sensible, they say, or words to that flattering effect, "and tell the plain people plainly how the story was born how it went out into world and touched the great universal heart, as ready to be touched as some rare instrument and as difficult how it became a play-grand opera (the very first American story any European composer has set to music, according to those who are wise in such matters-though I don't believe it) what the people have said about it,-et cetera." But they have detected and scorned it, and it is now returned with the reproach that eight pages are thus left by my default to be filled or something will happen to the book and to the public-and to me. It was, and still is, a poem of the most obscure and exalted nature, concealed in prose dithyrambics. I had hoped to have the happiness of never writing a preface (for which the prelude is the publisher's cunning disguise), but one disobeys one's publishers at a certain distinct peril.īeing thus constrained, I had sent them a prelude, indeed. SINCE Cho-Cho-San is to have a reincarnation on the way to the literary Nirvana, my publishers, who, in this rebirth, represent the Great First Cause, beg me for a prelude. ![]() THE GOOD CONSUL'S COMPASSIONATE LYINGīIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH MADAME BUTTERFLY INTRODUCTION A SONG OF SORROW - AND DEATH - AND HEAVEN ![]()
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