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Taboo by James Branch Cabell

_TABOO_

_A Legend Retold from the Dirghic of Saevius Nicanor, with Prolegomena, Notes, and a Preliminary Memoir_

By

James Branch Cabell

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_At melius fuerat non scribere, namque tacere Tutum semper erit._

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NEW YORK

ROBERT M. McBRIDE & COMPANY

1921

_This edition is limited to nine hundred and twenty numbered copies, of which one hundred copies have been signed by the author._

_Copy Number __893__

Copyright, 1921, by

JAMES BRANCH CABELL

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Revised and reprinted, by permission of the Editors, from THE LITERARY REVIEW

CONTENTS.

THE DEDICATION

MEMOIR OF SAEVIUS NICANOR

PROLEGOMENA

THE LEGEND: _How Horvendile Met Fate and Custom_ _How the Garbage-Man Came with Forks_ _How Thereupon Ensued a Legal Debate_ _How There Was Babbling in Philistia_ _How It Appeared to the Man in the Street_

COLOPHON

A POSTSCRIPT

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THE DEDICATION

_Laudataque virtus crescit_

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"Buttons, a farthing a pair! Come, who could buy them of me? They're round and sound and pretty, And fit for girls of the city."

TO JOHN S. SUMNER

(_Agent of the New York Society for the Suppression of Vice_)

For no short while my indebtedness to you has been such as to require some sort of public acknowledgment, which may now, I think, be tendered most appropriately by inscribing upon the dedication page of this small volume the name to which you are daily adding in significance.

It is a tribute, however trivial, which serves at least to express my appreciation of your zeal in re-establishing what seemed to the less optimistic a lost cause. I may to-day confess without much embarrassment that after fifteen years of foiled endeavors my (various) publishers and I had virtually decided that the printing of my books was not likely ever to come under the head of a business venture, but was more properly describable as a rather costly form of dissipation. People here and there would praise, but until you, unsolicited, had volunteered to make me known to the general public, nobody seemed appreciably moved to purchase.

One by one my books had "fallen dead" with disheartening monotony: then--through what motive it would savor of ingratitude to inquire,--you came to remedy all this in the manner of a philanthropic sorcerer, brandishing everywhither your vivifying wand, and the dead lived again. At once, they tell me, the patrons of bookstores began to ask, not only in whispers for the _Jurgen_ which you had everywhere so glowingly advertised, but with frank curiosity for "some of the fellow's other books."



 

 

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