"Who is the greatest living writer? somebody asked the other day. 'There isn't one,' came the swift reply from a man of letters.
"Would experts be as_ pessimistic if they were asked who was the greatest living statesman er the greatest living saint?" asks a writer in the New Statesman," "Most of us could make a fair guess if we were asked to name the greatest living scoundrel, but we should have to ask that the question might be postponed if it were a matter of finding a great saint or a great statesman. This, cynics will tell us, was always so. There were never any great men except among the dead. The great man looms large, not when he mixes with us in the streets and the sunlight, but when we see him through the fog of history.
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