April 26, 2005
TT: Almanac"The port from which I set out was, I think, that of the essential loneliness of my life--and it seems to be the port also, in sooth, to which my course again finally directs itself! This loneliness (since I mention it)--what is it still but the deepest thing about one? Deeper, about me, at any rate, than anything else; deeper than my 'genius,' deeper than my 'discipline,' deeper than my pride, deeper, above all, than the deep counterminings of art."
Henry James, letter to W. Morton Fullerton (1900)
Posted April 26, 2005 12:00 PM