Serapion

It began because, meeting Nils Berquist in town one August
morning, he dragged me off for luncheon at a little restaurant on a
side street where he swore I would meet some of the rising geniuses of
the century.

What we did meet was the commencement for me of such an
extraordinary experience as befalls few men. At the time, however, the
whole affair seemed incidental, with a spice of grotesque but harmless
absurdity. Jimmy Moore and his Alicia! How could anyone, meeting them
as I did, have believed ...