Sympathetic Magic by Paul Cameron Brown “The clock indicates the hour but what does enternity indicate?”WhitmanImagine, being told cubism isn’t painting. ThatBeardsley didn’t die at 26, unheralded as a boy geniusor Corot didn’t come to Paris after all.Imagine, The Louvre without a rooftop, theintelligentsia sitting down to a ragged tablesurrounded by sawdust intellects, Proust not beingable to write his name.Now that’s splendour — that’s in-depth “feeling.”That’s emotion to pull your socks or catch the bus ona brittle day.It’s easy. Try to “feel” the event. It’s 1896. People areperturbed (or so we are told) because the century’sgetting old. Time’s rushing by. There’s an alarm clockset to buzz at eternity’s gate, Midnight 1900.In probing the malaise that hit Europe circa 1881, psychologists would have us believe the world grewdespondent. Despondent because a whole hundredyear cycle was about to elapse; despondent becauselife itself was running out. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.
Sympathetic Magic
Sympathetic Magic by Paul Cameron Brown “The clock indicates the hour but what does enternity indicate?”WhitmanImagine, being told cubism isn’t painting. ThatBeardsley didn’t die at 26, unheralded as a boy geniusor Corot didn’t come to Paris after all.Imagine, The Louvre without a rooftop, theintelligentsia sitting down to a ragged tablesurrounded by sawdust intellects, Proust not beingable to write his name.Now that’s splendour — that’s in-depth “feeling.”That’s emotion to pull your socks or catch the bus ona brittle day.It’s easy. Try to “feel” the event. It’s 1896. People areperturbed (or so we are told) because the century’sgetting old. Time’s rushing by. There’s an alarm clockset to buzz at eternity’s gate, Midnight 1900.In probing the malaise that hit Europe circa 1881, psychologists would have us believe the world grewdespondent. Despondent because a whole hundredyear cycle was about to elapse; despondent becauselife itself was running out. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.
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