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The Sacred Font

Henry James.
The Sacred Fount.
New Directions, 1995 (1901)

In conversation with Ford Obert, R.A., the nameless novelist narrator of The Sacred Fount notes the following:

It might have been my mere fancy – but it was my fancy – that he looked at me a trifle harder. ‘How on earth can I tell what you’re talking about?’ (145).

Readers might feel inclined to ask the same question; that’s the great joy of the novel – trying to figure out if one can tell what on earth James (or the narrator or, indeed, any of the other characters) is talking about.


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