Peter H. Cropes

Oh how it is good to work with one's hands. In the modern computer world they say most people never get their hands dirty. With me it is quite the opposite way. At the end of the long nights of making the books my back is sore like Noah and of honest work. There have been horrible problems— ghastly, furious moments. But art must be lifted, screaming, in our hands, if it is to touch the heart of man. Just as the babe is rent from the bleeding flesh unto this world, just as the world hungers and slavers for him to return unto its dust, such is my labor on this book.

I do not feel that I will write another tale for quite a while. I may travel.