Lavengro

Dr. Hake, however, and those others among Borrow's friends who are apt to smile at the way in which critics of the highest intelligence will stand baffled and bewildered before the eccentricities of "Lavengro" and "The Romany Rye"-some critics treating the work as autobiography spoilt, and some as spoilt fiction-forget that while it is easy to open a locked door with a key, to open a locked door without a key is a very different undertaking. On the subject of autobiographies and the autobiographic method, I had several interesting talks with Borrow. I remember an especial one that took place on Wimbledon Common, on a certain autumn morning when I was pointing out to him the spot called Gypsy Ring. He was in a very communicative mood that day, and more amenable to criticism than he generally was.