The dust jacket cover of the 1922 edition of Captain Blood by Rafael Sabatini. Published by Houghton Mifflin, Boston.
Dust Jacket Cover of Captain Blood by Rafael Sabatini.
“It is not human to be wise,” said Blood. “It is much more human to err, though perhaps exceptional to err on the side of mercy.”-Captain Blood, Rafael Sabatini
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. Cover illustration by Gustav Doré, 1884.
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary”-The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe
The Fall of the House of Usher illustrated by Aubrey Beardsley, 1894-1895.
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singular dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”-The Fall of the House of Usher, Edgar Allan Poe
The Tell-Tale Heart by Harry Clarke. From Tales of Mystery and Imagination by Edgar Allan Poe, 1919.
“True!-nervous-very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”-The Tell-Tale Heart, Edgar Allan Poe
Yep, this is what I am doing today!
A young woman cleaning pans at a draped stone arch by Willem Joseph Laquy, 18th century.
Whilst I hate cleaning and refuse to believe that it is in any way therapeutic, my house needs some tender loving care. I’ll be back in the studio tomorrow, writing and blogging away. I’ve been working on some new material for A Small Press Life, so be sure to check back often.
I’ve taken the day off from writing, to do this:
The Green Sofa, Sir John Lavery, circa 1903.
See you tomorrow!
Miss Auras by Sir John Lavery, 1900.
Miss Auras by Sir John Lavery, circa 1900.
The Unicorn in the Garden. Columbus.
You can read the James Thurber story here.
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”-Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe Hipster (Sunglasses) Art Print Poster by Cool Poster. $16.47
Edgar Allan Poe Eye Chart by The Pressing Pigeon. $8.99
Why doesn’t the landscape look like this yet? It is October, after all. Where are the jewel toned leaves carried on hearty, smoke-scented breezes?
Lane at Alchamps, Arles, Paul Gauguin, 1888.
I’m ready for hot cider and Thomas Hardy, fingerless gloves and Sylvia Plath. Please cooperate, Mother Nature, before winter scoots in and steals away autumn’s cloaked light and quiet beauty.
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