And then there is a maddening gap in the record: a biographer must retreat just at the point where a novelist would advance. ...
from The poets' daughters: Dora Wordsworth and Sara Coleridge,
by Katie Waldegrave
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5 comments:
Great quote! And I love the image -- do you know the name of it, or the artist?
Hi, Karen! I should have noted that. It's by a Danish artist named Carl Vilhelm Hilsoe (the scenes he paints are so lovely).
Thanks, it's just beautiful. I'll have to research him.
There's a line in What Maisie Knew that keeps going around in my head about the band on a dress being 'glazed with antiquity'. Is it just me or is that really, really brilliant? Those few words certainly paint a scene, don't they.
Very brilliant! As hard as our Henry is to plow through he's so worth it. :)
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