1913. Vance, American screenwriter, short story writer and novelist, begins The Day of Days: Smell, P. Sybarite mused aloud...For an instant he was silent in depression. Then with extraordinary vehemence he continued crescendo: Stupid, stagnant, sepulchral, sempiternally, sticky-Smell! He paused for both breath and words-pondered with bent head, knitting his brows forbiddingly. Supremely squalid, sinisterly sebaceous, somberly sociable Smell! he pursued violently. Momentarily his countenance cleared; but his smile was as fugitive as the favor of princes. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.