A young man is beaten and thrown from a liner into New York Harbor by a bunch of crooks he was in with. Though left for dead, he survives with memory loss. A rich girl takes a love interest in him, but his ex-comrades still try to kill him.

""It is as simple as a musical phrase.""

""The mask with which you have favored us.""

Another perspective on the round-dance of obliquity.

How they evanesce and plunge into memory.

Game... after game—in the games... Alden gets between a revolutionary and the reaction.

Signs and wonders.

""from midnight to midnight no weeping""

""We must cultivate our garden.""

Castles in outer space.

How like ourselves are we when we're not looking?