ABSTRACT
Those who have read Aldous Huxley's novels as they appeared will find nothing in Point Counter Point to surprise them except the increased richness and solidity of its satire. The very first of his short stories an nounced his theme and exemplified his method, but it is not likely that even their author suspected how these stories would expand into longer and longer novels or how every addition to his knowledge and wisdom would fit the pattern there laid out. He has gone on year after year saying the same thing and yet saying it with such unflagging vivacity and such increasing richness of illustration that to many (myself in cluded) he has not only been perpetually interesting but has come to seem the most considerable of those writers who have taken the con temporary intellectual as their subject.
