Wakefield Stowell is the belated product of animal copulation abetted by the highest of human aspirations. Embedded deep with-in the twentieth century, he possesses a medieval mind and undiminished awe at the wonders of 19th century technology. He is a scrivener and surface scratcher and has proposed erecting several bronze statues of himself mounted on a horse, to be paid for by public subscription.
Mr. Stowell likes bright colors and dull company. He is a resident of New England, a part of the country he regards as unfit for human habitation.