“Life is made up of marble and mud. And, without all the deeper trust in a comprehensive sympathy above us, we might hence be led to suspect the insult of a sneer, as well as an immitigable frown, on the iron countenance of fate. What is called poetic insight is the gift of discerning, in this sphere of strangely mingled elements, the beauty and the majesty which are compelled to assume a garb so sordid.”
House of the Seven Gables
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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House of the Seven Gables
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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What a pleasure it is to re-read Hawthorne, one of the first among my literary loves. The intricate craftsmanship of his prose, the careful precision practiced in his classic narratives is as fresh and compelling as ever before.
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