Dean of the Depths

The Very Reverend William Ralph Inge,* Dean of St. Paul's Cathedral, London, accompanied by Mrs. Inge, arrived at the Port of New York, a second-class passenger on the Cunarder Mauretania.

"Tall—rigid—lean—gray of face—heavy-lidded eyes of an almost Asian deadness—stonelike—impassive—like a figure from the pages of Dostoievsky—like a poor Russian nobleman," so the newspapermen found him, the greatest living Platonist, the world's most provoking mystic. The newsmen plied him with their trademarked questions. He was polite.

"Are you the ecclesiastical crépe-hanger of England?" "I neither affirm...

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