out-door activity. I heard a student say once that he was sure Marlowe
was a little, frail, weak man physically, and that he poured out all
his longing for virility and power in heroes like Tamburlaine.

*I cannot believe that even Mr. Edward Garnett loves him, though in
his Introduction to Constance Garnett's translation, he says, "we love
him."

Bazarov, as every one knows, was drawn from life. Turgenev had once
met a Russian provincial doctor,* whose straightforward talk made a
profound impression upon him. This man died soon after and had a
glorious resurrection in Bazarov, speaking to thousands and thousands
of people from his obscure and forgotten grave. It is rather
interesting that Turgenev, who drew so many irresolute Russian
characters, should have attained his widest fame by the depiction of a
man who is simply Incarnate Will. If every other person in all
Turgenev's stories should be forgotten, it is safe to say that Bazarov
will always dwell in the minds of those who have once made his
acquaintance.

* It is difficult to find out much about the original of Bazarov.
Haumant says Turgenev met him while travelling by the Rhine in 1860;
but Turgenev himself said that the young doctor had died not long
before 1860, and that the idea of the novel first came to him in
August, 1860, while he was bathing on the Isle of Wight. Almost every
writer on Russian literature has his own set of dates and incidents.

And yet, Turgenev, with all his secret admiration for the Frankenstein
he had created, did not hesitate at the last to crush him both in soul
and body. The one real conviction of Turgenev's life was