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In accordance to the Publisher's Weekly, The Eyes of the World was the Best-Selling Book for 1914. It delves into what Harold Bell Wright interprets as the pretentious world of artists, authors, reviewers, and their affluent supporters. Two of the leading characters are the popular writer, Conrad LaGrange and Aaron King, a hopeful artist. Conrad sadly defines his works as "filthy stories in good English" and senses he has sold his humanity to become prestigious. While in California, recuperating from a physical rundown, he became friends with Aaron King whose mother he recognized when he was a child. Conrad became a counselor to the young lad, for he saw the drawbacks of prestige from his own happening. Harold Bell Wright was a record breaking U. S. author of fiction, essays, and nonfiction. Though greatly overlooked or disregarded in the mid-20th century, he is told to have been the first U. S. author to sell a million reproductions of a book and the first to make $1 million from creating fiction. From 1902 to 1942 Harold made 19 novels, many theatrical dramas, and numerous magazine articles. Over 15 films were rendered or stated to be composed from Harold's novels, such as Gary Cooper's first key film, The Winning of Barbara Worth in 1926 and the John Wayne motion picture, The Shepherd of the Hills in 1941. Born in Rome, New York to Alma Watson and William A. Wright. In his life memoir, To My Sons, he narrates that his father, a past Civil War lieutenant and lifelong alcoholic, heaved "his wife and children from place to place, existing from hand to mouth, sinking deeper and deeper, as the years passed, into the slough of wretched poverty." His mother took much care to her kids, educating them ethical standards and read to them from the Bible, Shakespeare, The Pilgrim's Progress and Hiawatha.

It was winter--cold and snow and ice and naked trees and leaden clouds and stinging wind. The house was an ancient mansion on an old street in that city of culture which has given to the history of our nation--to education, to religion, to the sciences, and to the arts--so many illustrious names. In the changing years, before the beginning of my story, the woman's immediate friends and associates had moved from the neighborhood to the newer and more fashionable districts of a younger generation. In that city of her father's there were few of her old companions left. There were fewer who remembered. The distinguished leaders in the world of art and letters, whose voices had been so often heard within the walls of her home, had, one by one, passed on; leaving their works and their names to their children. The children, in the greedy rush of these younger times, had too readily forgotten the woman who, to the culture and genius of a passing day, had been hostess and friend.

To look on Nature not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The sad, still music of humanity, Not harsh or grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt, A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts-, a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused. Whose dwelling is in the lights of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man. A motion and a spirit that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thoughts, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover oj the meadoivs and the nvoods And mountains And this prayer I make, Knovuing thatN ature never did betray The heart that loved her. Tis her privilege Through all the years of this one life, to lead From joy to joy; for she can so inform The mind that is voithin us so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall eer prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith. William Wordsworth.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at