to publish direct, instead of running his story through the columns of a newspaper, is forfeiting, in other words, three-quarters of his income.  This loss the prophet who cares for his mission could cheerfully endure, of course, if only the diminished income were enough for him to live upon.  But in order to write, he must first eat.  In my own case, for example, up till the time when I published The Woman who Did, I could never live on the proceeds of direct publication; nor could I even secure a publisher who would consent to aid me in introducing to the world what I thought most important for it.  Having now found such a publisher—­having secured my mountain—­I am prepared to go on delivering my message from its top, as long as the world will consent to hear it.  I will willingly forgo the serial value of my novels, and forfeit three-quarters of the amount I might otherwise earn, for the sake of uttering the truth that is in me, boldly and openly, to a perverse generation.

For this reason, and in order to mark the distinction between these books which are really mine—­my own in thought, in spirit, in teaching—­and those which I have produced, sorely against my will, to satisfy editors, I propose in future to add the words, “A Hill-top Novel,” to every one of my stories which I write of my own accord, simply and solely for the sake of embodying and enforcing my own opinions.

Not that, as critics have sometimes supposed me to mean, I ever wrote a line, even in fiction, contrary to my own profound beliefs.  I have never said a thing I did not think:  but I have sometimes had to abstain from saying many things I did think.  When I wished to purvey strong meat for men, I was condemned to provide milk for babes.  In the Hill-top Novels, I hope to reverse all that—­to say my say in my own way, representing the world as it appears to me, not as editors and formalists would like me to represent it.

The Hill-top Novels, however, will not constitute, in the ordinary sense, a series.  I shall add the name, as a Trade Mark, to any story, by whomsoever published, which I have written as the expression of my own individuality.  Nor will they necessarily appear in the first instance in volume form.  If ever I should be lucky enough to find an editor sufficiently bold and sufficiently righteous to venture upon running a Hill-top Novel as a serial through his columns, I will gladly embrace that mode of publication.  But while editors remain as pusillanimous and as careless of moral progress as they are at present, I have little hope that I shall persuade any one of them to accept a work written with a single eye to the enlightenment and bettering of humanity.

Whenever, therefore, in future, the words “A Hill-top Novel” appear upon the title-page of a book by me, the reader who cares for truth and righteousness may take it for granted that the book represents my own original thinking, whether good or bad, on some important point in human society or human evolution.