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July 24, 2011Kindled for free for revision. William Sharp+ Fiona Macleod's autobiography. I only read the second half.... Three quotes:
(Oh to be a fly on the wall…)
My friend, Willie Yeats, has just come by me wrapt in a faery whirlwind, his mouth speaking great things. He talked much of reviving the Druidic mysteries and vaguely spoke of Scotland and you.
…
A sympathetic letter from Mr. Ernest Rhys, the Welsh poet, drew a quick response: .
…
On Thursday Yeats arrives, also Dr. Douglas Hyde, and possibly Standish O'Grady—and Lady Gregory, one of the moving spirits in this projected new Celtic Drama.
(Understandable personality, although hypersensitive)
To be alone, alone 'in the open' above all, is not merely healing to me but an imperative necessity of my life—and the chief counter agent to the sap that almost every person exercises on me. unless obviated by frequent and radical interruption.
(Interesting writer the original new agers were less copycat-ish and more understandable)
" Ah dear trees of the North, dear trees of the North, goodbye." The drive on the 8th, so beautiful, to him so full of fascination, was fatal to him. We drove far along a mountain pass and at the furthest point stopped to let him look at the superb sunset over against the hillset town of Cesaro. He seemed wrapt in thought and looked long and steadfastly at the wonderful glowing light; it was with difficulty that I persuaded him to let us return. On the way back, a sudden turn of the road brought us in face to the snow covered cone of ^Etna. The wind had changed and blew with cutting cold straight off the snow. It struck him, chilling him through and through. Half way back he got out of the carriage to walk and get warm. But the harm was done.
...
I had a pleasant visit to Bath, and particularly enjoyed the long day spent yesterday at Glastonbury and neighbourhood, and the glowing warmth and wonderful radiance. As usual one or two strange things happened in connection with Dr. G. We went across the ancient " Salmon " of St. Bride, which stretches below the hill known as " Weary-All " (a corruption of Uriel, the Angel of the Sun), and about a mile or less westward came upon the narrow water of the ancient ' Burgh.' Near here is a very old Thorn held in great respect.
(Oh to be a fly on the wall…)
My friend, Willie Yeats, has just come by me wrapt in a faery whirlwind, his mouth speaking great things. He talked much of reviving the Druidic mysteries and vaguely spoke of Scotland and you.
…
A sympathetic letter from Mr. Ernest Rhys, the Welsh poet, drew a quick response: .
…
On Thursday Yeats arrives, also Dr. Douglas Hyde, and possibly Standish O'Grady—and Lady Gregory, one of the moving spirits in this projected new Celtic Drama.
(Understandable personality, although hypersensitive)
To be alone, alone 'in the open' above all, is not merely healing to me but an imperative necessity of my life—and the chief counter agent to the sap that almost every person exercises on me. unless obviated by frequent and radical interruption.
(Interesting writer the original new agers were less copycat-ish and more understandable)
" Ah dear trees of the North, dear trees of the North, goodbye." The drive on the 8th, so beautiful, to him so full of fascination, was fatal to him. We drove far along a mountain pass and at the furthest point stopped to let him look at the superb sunset over against the hillset town of Cesaro. He seemed wrapt in thought and looked long and steadfastly at the wonderful glowing light; it was with difficulty that I persuaded him to let us return. On the way back, a sudden turn of the road brought us in face to the snow covered cone of ^Etna. The wind had changed and blew with cutting cold straight off the snow. It struck him, chilling him through and through. Half way back he got out of the carriage to walk and get warm. But the harm was done.
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I had a pleasant visit to Bath, and particularly enjoyed the long day spent yesterday at Glastonbury and neighbourhood, and the glowing warmth and wonderful radiance. As usual one or two strange things happened in connection with Dr. G. We went across the ancient " Salmon " of St. Bride, which stretches below the hill known as " Weary-All " (a corruption of Uriel, the Angel of the Sun), and about a mile or less westward came upon the narrow water of the ancient ' Burgh.' Near here is a very old Thorn held in great respect.
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February 25, 2009
You have to understand, I went through a period of maniacal Sharp-obsession. I won't go into it in depth here, but suffice it to say, I did enjoy this bio enough to eventually have a short but enlightening conversation with Flavia Alaya. Her book was enough to gain my respect, her reception to me, her reader, was even more laudable and appreciated.
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