Excerpts from the Book "John Andrews stood naked in the center of a large bare room, of which the walls and ceiling and floor were made of raw pine boards. The air was heavy from the steam heat. At a desk in one corner a typewriter clicked spasmodically. "Say, young feller, d'you know how to spell imbecility?" John Andrews walked over to the desk, told him, and added, "Are you going to examine me?" This book is a Fiction, very nicely penned by the author. This book is a reproduction of an important historical work."