"Your author, then, is to be a mixture of a New York newspaper
reporter and the Recording Angel?" suggested Kelly.
"I told you you'd become irreverent," said Harley; "nevertheless,
even in your irreverence, you have expressed the idea. The writer
must be omniscient as far as the characters of his stories are
concerned--he must have an eye which shall see all that they do, a
mind sufficiently analytical to discern what their motives are, and
the courage to put it all down truthfully, neither adding nor
subtracting, coloring only where color is needed to make the moral
lesson he is trying to teach stand out the more vividly."
"In short, you'd have him become a photographer," said the Professor.
"More truly a soulscape-painter," retorted Harley, with enthusiasm.
"Heavens!" cried the Doctor, dropping his cue with a loud clatter to
the floor. "Soulscape! Here's a man talking about not creating, and
then throws out an invention like soulscape! Harley, you ought to
write a dictionary. With a word like soulscape to start with, it
would sweep the earth!"
Harley laughed.
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