For an intellectual market -- but a dependably substantial one -- this second volume in the fragmentary memoirs of the distinguished philosopher and man of letters. Once again modulated, perceptive, contemplative writing -- of friends, of family, of literati, of foreign countries and his own. A year of graduate study in Germany; a London interlude and the young Earl Russell, the "most extraordinary of all my friends"; a return to Spain and the Avila of his childhood; Cambridge and years of teaching and his young Harvard friends; Boston society and its patronesses; trips to Europe and expatriates. Figuring in these reminiscences are personages such as Henry James, William James, Eliot, Norton, Phelps -- finely drawn portraits. But Santayana, the man, seems always remote... This second volume has the distinction of the first, but in lesser measure, it seems slighter in substance. And it won't have the Book of the Month impetus to push it on to public notice...A sure item, however, for your customers who bought Volume I.