That day, like any day Etidorhpa was discussed, people wanted to know the same thing: What did the book mean? “All I will say is that last year, seven years after its publication, it had a larger sale than ever before,” he responded. Lloyd was speaking about his amazing, brain-colonizing novel, Etidorhpa, Or the End of the Earth, a book popular enough to draw a West Coast crowd years after it first appeared. It is only the events that linger and grow clearer year after year.” “I write of things in the distance, from the standpoint of time. On that June day over a century ago, he coolly told them about the future and his place in it, and he did so by claiming he had no place at all. The Westminster was booked with a convention of the Southern California Eclectic Medical Association-Lloyd’s people, the perfect audience for a self-taught botanist and successful pharmacist from Cincinnati. Weighing 116 pounds, Lloyd was so diminutive folks worried about him, but he had an abundance of energy, and in a deceptively low-key manner, knew how to work a crowd like Louis CK. John Uri Lloyd was speaking in the Westminster Hotel, a Victorian brick structure with a castle-like facade that would have looked right in place parked at the foot of Mt. A summer day in Los Angeles, 1902, and the wispy guy in glasses stood before a sizeable crowd.
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