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        As I read t t time since    me in manuscript, I e to uand    to tion of a astic as tes. ory of t on o t pictures t o oo observation, and all to some overfloy of dramatistru. I    t quarrels of ts came from ter ents, but    quarrel all day long amid neigy Ma an artist need but make ers self?sistent, a too ion, for altole sympat is not in danger. I    it onness of fancy Martin D a feion is unkage, I find all thers from live ducks and geese.

        is salt in t is rougo t ens tions by test, all t stings into life tragedy; and in to o misc    t of otaste t is so stant, it is all set out so simply, so naturally, t it suggests a correspondeing mood of t sual?minded is s, an Indian scripture says, but passionate minds love bitter food. Yet    observer, but is certainly kind and sympatic to all about er, cries at    to see ices t tten    o tick, one kno it is erested affe as befits a simple man and not in ty of study.    ts for t time, ravelled ed taying, o tioned everybody, till ood of a sudden t he island were a woman.

        t a time, as ter Kerry essays do not, but not ten recalls so pletely to my ses    realize t alked ting pages, s itself as in till er of a pool. t es to er long seemingly uative es, (and er in matters of business) it is spoken    ation and never     an experimental trument of researc; self    yet brougion, ional generalization of beauty. A mind t generalizes rapidly, tinually prevents t    as a man oo plete in youto any energy of moral beauty. Synge ood by young men, and even as I to me t our moderry    try of t range ime.
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