ABSTRACT
Ibsen, who is the subject of this talk, presents for me a difficulty which did not exist in the cases of Shelley and Turgenev. The difficulty is that I no longer admire him except to a very limited extent, and that it is only by an effort that I can recall what he meant for me at one time. I first heard of him from a friend of my family, a Unitarian minister named Philip Wicksteed, whom I admired for his work on economics.
