Publisher's Synopsis
"You know how certain kinds of music will beat everything out of your consciousness except a wild delirium of joy; how love of a woman will take up every cranny of space in your being, -and fill the universe beside, -so that people who are not en rapport with the strains that delight you, or with the beauty that enthralls you, seem pitiable creatures, not in touch with the Divine Harmony, with Supreme Loveliness. So it was with me, when I set my feet on Mars! My soul leaped to its highest altitude and I had but one vast thought, -"I have triumphed; I am here! And I am alone; Earth is unconscious of the glory that is mine! ""
