He did not relish the apparition of that Katherine, for when it appeared it seemed to bring with it a brother shadow that wore ragged clothes and tangled hair and foul linen, that drank from any flagon and drabbed with any doxy, that slept in tavern angles through hours of drunkenness, a thing whose fingers pillaged, filched, and pilfered when and where they could, a creature that once he saw whenever he stared into a mirror.

It was no merely idiosyncratic experience, for the youth had the same: it was love!

The Institute of Museum and Library Services is paying to pack and ship the works; it will also sponsor a Web site ——— www.vogel50x50.org —— about the minicollections.

Behold my servant, whom I uphold; mine elect, in whom my soul delighteth.