An Excerpt from “The Book Without A Name”
From the Editor
Truth! Be thou in my eyes more than love or pain! Be thou myself, that I may be false to all else but thee. Truth! Be thou to me more sacred than religion, cleaner than the rain-washed stones, more pleasing than the pleasure of life’s most pleasing friends… If the truth is not my own truth, it is falsehood, no matter if all the nations of the earth affirm otherwise.