“Of course I was under the spell, and the wonderful part is that, even at the time, I perfectly knew I was. But I gave myself up to it; it was an antidote to any pain, and I had more pains than one.” —THE TURN OF THE SCREW by Henry James, born on this day, April 15, 1843.
The limner’s art may trace the absent feature, And give the eye of distant weeping faith To view the form of its idolatry; But oh! the scenes ‘mid which they met and parted; The thoughts–the recollections sweet and bitter,– Th’ Elysian dreams of lovers, when they loved,– Who shall restore them? By Robert Maturin