Robert Louis Stevenson

The Wrong Box Robert Louis Stevenson

"How very little does the amateur, dwelling at home at ease, comprehend the labours and perils of the author, and, when he smilingly skims the surface of a work of fiction, how little does he consider the hours of toil, consultation of authori-ties, researches in the Bodleian, correspondence with learned and illegible Germans-in one word, the vast scaffolding that was first built up and then knocked down, to while away an hour for him in a railway train! Thus I might begin this tale with a biography of Tonti-birthplace, par-entage, genius probably inherited from his moth-er, remarkable instance of precocity, etc-and a complete treatise on the system to which he be-queathed his name. The material is all beside me in a pigeon-hole, but I scorn to appear vainglori-ous. Tonti is dead, and I never saw anyone who even pretended to regret him; and, as for the ton-tine system, a word will suffice for all the purpos-es of this unvarnished narrative."