There were two Pillars of Hercules in the United States whom I wished to see. ThomasA. Edison towers on the eastern coast, but I had to rush through New York and could not stay formy friend to present me. In San Francisco I had the---for so restless a wanderer---unusually longstay of six days, when the imperious voice of E. Haldeman-Julius, vibrating over the wires,roused me from my slumbers and bade me seek the shrine of Santa Rosa. I responded withalacrity. No, that is not poetry. I rose at 7 a. m. For me that is deadly prose.