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alter ego | Its alter ego No doubt casting just such a ring of light | ||
on the curtain than on the first act of Tolstoys | |||
on the curtain than on the | "Resurrection" it was in Munich and [crossed out: featuring | ||
" | the wonderful voice of Moissi.] I knew it | ||
immediately as I heard it rise, in the second | |||
immediately as I heard it | act, from the shadows beyond the campfire | ||
act, from | |||
and it was at least half persuaded that this | and it was at least half persuaded that this | ||
green glass lampshade [ | green glass lampshade [deleted: that it had fled to | ||
go to join the gypsies | go to join the gypsies] might have had | ||
much to do with the flight of that angelic | much to do with the flight of that angelic | ||
voice from the shellacked oak table and the | voice from the shellacked oak table and the | ||
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asleep or awake was largely a question of my | asleep or awake was largely a question of my | ||
mothers lullabyes. After the Garden of Verses | mothers lullabyes. After the Garden of Verses | ||
hour with Robert Louis Stevenson and later | hour with Robert Louis Stevenson and later James | ||
Whitcombe Riley and Eugene Field, I was sent | |||
to bed and Mother came to hear prayers & | to bed and Mother came to hear prayers & | ||
sing songs. She was | sing songs. She was quiet & reverent during | ||
the prayers, and held me close as I | the prayers, and held me close as I mur- | ||
Revision as of 04:53, 8 July 2021
Its alter ego No doubt casting just such a ring of light on the curtain than on the first act of Tolstoys "Resurrection" it was in Munich and [crossed out: featuring the wonderful voice of Moissi.] I knew it immediately as I heard it rise, in the second act, from the shadows beyond the campfire and it was at least half persuaded that this green glass lampshade [deleted: that it had fled to go to join the gypsies] might have had much to do with the flight of that angelic voice from the shellacked oak table and the serving women, to join the gypsies.
My inner life, on the other hand, whether asleep or awake was largely a question of my mothers lullabyes. After the Garden of Verses hour with Robert Louis Stevenson and later James Whitcombe Riley and Eugene Field, I was sent to bed and Mother came to hear prayers & sing songs. She was quiet & reverent during the prayers, and held me close as I mur-