ABSTRACT
Almost lost in the news during the unforgettable weekend of November 22,1963, was the announcement of the death of Aldous Huxley. Those of us who grew up in the 1920's and 1930's experienced another feeling of loss. One by one the members of that brilliant generation of writers and artists have been passing from the scene, beginning with Wolfe in 1938 and Joyce in 1941, down to Hemingway, Faulkner, and Cummings of recent memory. Now a year has gone by since Huxley joined them, and we look about us and try to assess what he has left us and what he has meant to us.
