The Beautiful and the Damned Illustrated

In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, had, theoretically at least, descended upon him. Irony was the final polish of the shoe, the ultimate dab of the clothes-brush, a sort of intellectual "There!"-yet at the brink of this story he has as yet gone no further than the conscious stage.