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The first Wizard of the North

Those who read fiction or listen to radio plays ears pressed to the pillow mind curious yet yearning for sleep know you can hold court without being a king or a baron Walter Scott regaled with his tales drawing others near with ghostly flames of the Borders when he himself was lame and perhaps even imagined he was the first Wizard of the North Stevenson was no different his weakeness was in his lungs and allaying the pain gave him access to laudanum and to Hyde in this Poe was his equivalent but Stevenson was hardly impaired when he was sick and lay a-bed and watched his leaden soldiers go with different uniforms and drills among the bed-clothes through the hills or when he sent his ships in fleets all up and down the sheets or brought his trees and houses out and planted cities all about for he was the giant great and still that sat upon the pillow-hill a nd saw before him, dale and plain the pleasant land of counterpane ...