The agreeable eye

an eudæmonistarchives


window and rain and Portland so gray

We find under the weather a layer of sun, wrapped tidily around that parcel of time we call today.

The year therefore rounded itself as a receptacle of retarded knowledge – a cup brimming over with the sense that now at least she was learning.

—Henry James,
What Maisie Knew, ch. IX


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