The king without the King remains a mere puzzle to himself The sapient of men is utterly unable to divulge the mystery and harmonize the strange paradox in him. The breathtaking mixture of congeniality and villainy, of prodigy and imbecility, of gallantry and timidity remains man's mystery and misery. The more deeply he considers these sixty-four-thousand-dollar questions, the more he is enmeshed in the riddle called man. The more pains he takes, in order to clear up the subject, the more he is bewildered in futility, and uncertain surmises. What all the acumen of man was unable to do, was...