A genuine fall rain, windless, steady, straight down. Sixty degrees. Feet and legs wet from walking at a leisurely pace through a large commercial parking lot. Sandals and puddles.
Let us practice nonavoidance, and proclaim it our beliefless, faithless faith.
On the front sidewalk, met with a wet, stubborn bee.
Old Books. Brief prefatory note by Robert Wiedeman Barrett “Pen” Browning (here signed R.B.B.).
The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett, 1845-1846. With Portraits and Facsimiles. In Two Volumes. Vol. I. Harper & Brothers, Publishers. New York and London, 1899.
According to their son and only child, these were all the known letters written and shared by his parents, who, after their marriage, were never apart until his mother’s death. His father destroyed the rest of his correspondence, but gave leave to his son to do with the letters as he pleased.
Beautiful books. Hardbound, with heavily deckled pages, purchased online in January 2017.
Also began George Eliot’s Middlemarch: A Story of Provincial Life. Exquisite prose, lit from within. First four chapters, read aloud.
The Works of George Eliot. Illustrated Cabinet Edition in Twenty-Four Volumes. New York, Merill and Baker, 1895. “This Edition, on Large Paper, With Extra Illustrations, is limited to Two Hundred Numbered Sets. No. 91.”
Purchased online in July 2015.
August 31, 2023.
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