ABSTRACT
Aldous Huxley is an essayist whom I would be ready to rank with Hazlitt. The essay such as it was written in its great days has fallen into decay. Though essays are written still, they are either technical pieces on literary or other subjects, interesting chiefly to experts, or tittletattle about any subject upon which an author thinks he can write a couple of thousand words to fill the column of a newspaper or a page or two in a magazine. They bear reading in book form with difficulty.
