Stephenson Family Ties The Barn Burnt Down
And Now I See The Moon
“Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some
 potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain
—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken
 and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek
 will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and 
rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare
 flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and 
crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose
 the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.”
― Vladimir Nabokov 
Lectures on Russian Literature
Sweet Home, Prema Ja

Thomas Wilmer Dewing

Walter MacEwen

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