Author H. G. Wells, who has spent most of his 76 years alternately digging up past history and building imaginary future Utopias, last week took a long and jaundiced look into his own future. As Sinclair Lewis did almost two years ago.* Wells published his auto-obituary:
"The name of H. G. Wells, who died yesterday afternoon of heart failure in the Paddington infirmary at the age of 97, will have few associations for the younger generation. ... He was indeed one of the most prolific of the 'literary hacks' of that time. . . . The most interesting thing about Wells was...
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