Halt, traveler! Who art thou that intrudes so unceremoniously upon these mystic pages?<br><br>Faun! Bacchus! Endymion! - awaken! Drive out the stranger poaching in our domain! Do you not hear his fingers rustling these literary leaves?<br><br>Charon! - Hurry with your boat from the Underworld!<br><br>Siste, Viator! - Your purpose?<br><br>Ho! - Nymphs! 'Tis only a harmless earth-dweller - a prospective reader - lost in the fog of literature, in quest of amusement.<br><br>Ho! Minerva! Summon Psyche and the Muses to attend me.<br><br>Know then privileged mortal, that I am the Spirit of this book!<br><br>I inhabit the gilded metaphors and idealistic castles that rise from the enchanted lines. I love the soul of man, but dislike his flesh! Immortal man is in the mind, not in the meat!