It was in July, 1930, that I first set out, a wandering ‘copy boy’ with swag and typewriter, to find what lay beyond the railway lines. Across the painted deserts and the pearling seas
by Jessica White. “I was brought to the belief that there could be no such recent starting-point for an association like ours. It seemed far more reasonable to conclude that it had existed in past lives and that our attraction towards each other in this one, was the result of subconscious recognition”
And as for the cottage people—the marked thing about them was that they were not “the poor.” There was none with whom a clergyman or his wife could safely take the liberties so customary at home.