There is a play of the nineteen-twenties, called L'Abime (The Abyss), by the well known French author Suire. It has already passed form the stage straight into the Lesser Lethe (the one, that is, that serves the theater—a stream, incidentally, not quite as hopeless as the main river, and containing a weaker solution of oblivion, so that angling producers may still fish something out many years later).