Only the initiated, the patient, the full-fledged connoisseur can fully appreciate the irony of such a sentence as: “She replied now briefly but promptly, and gave him a striking piece of news: that of the death, a week before, of Mrs. St. George.” A short story that is seemingly about one thing (writing) turns out to be the story of romantic intrigue. Or does it? James will not have us know. It would just be too vulgar.
Still haven’t made my mind up about the Paris affair – the deadline has been extended till the end of April – so it seems that fate is not disinclined. (I’ve been reading Henry James – sorry about that double negative). Fate and some very cool city landscapes. O’ Paris! City of lights!
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