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Page 284 - ... cannot describe. But I did not understand the cause of this till Pan Yamish explained it. 'That,' said he, 'is the real work on which the world stands, and every other is either the continuation of it, or something artificial.' Later I understood even things i Polish noble. which he did not explain. More than once, when I went out to the fields in spring, and saw that all things were growing, I felt that my heart, too, was growing with them. And now I know why that is : In all other relations...
Page 642 - Such a writer as Sienkiewicz, the Polish novelist, whose works belong with the very best of their class, and who has a kind of Shakesperian freshness, virility, and power of characterization, is sufficient to give dignity to the literature of a whole generation in his own country. His three novels on the Wars of the Polish Commonwealth, and his superb psychological story, " Without Dogma," form a permanent addition to inuJcrn literature.
Page 229 - ... letter from Florence: — I have made the acquaintance here of an able artist in water colors, — a Slav, too, who lives by his art ; but he proves that art is swinishness, and has grown up from a mercantile need of luxury, and from over-much money, which some pile up at the expense of others. . . . He fell upon me as upon a dog, and asserted that to be a Buddhist and to be occupied with art is the summit of inconsistency; but I attacked him still more savagely, and answered, that to consider...