Nothing breaks up an author's progress like having to stop every few pages to fuss up the weather. Thus it is plain that persistent intrusions of weather are bad for both reader and author. Of course weather is necessary to a narrative of human experience. That is conceded. And it ought to be the ablest weather that can be had, not ignorant, poor-quality, amateur weather.
Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article of it.
The present author can do only a few trifling ordinary kinds of weather, and he cannot do those very good. This weather will be found over in the back part of the book, out of the way. The reader is requested to turn over and help himself from time to time as he goes along.