XIV

类别:文学名著 作者:叶芝 本章:XIV

    Nettleso me:  t of drink upon my genius? No, I ans Ellis range medical insigtleship drank his genius away.

    Ellis, but lately returned from Perugia, tlestles in ing urned a, o run t superficiality,  image at all. er and poet, but ing, erest me, s t of Leigarted peroo late for Pre?Rape influence, for no great Pre?Rape picture ed after 1870, and left England too soon for t of ters.

    imes moving as a poet and still more often an astonis. I  somet said into a dozen lines of musical verse,  apparently ceasing to talk; but t or  amend it, and my fat ion. Yet  times nobility of rinct for grandeur??and after ty years I still repeat to myself o Motoain ime to time or try to make ot poem is a little of t for t vision of C too ten ballad, o t fled to seek felicity,  and t at all. ies??seven silences like candles round e . o me, I am a matician ics left out?? matician??or A o me, quot;Mr. Ellis ainly ractions.  to mention sometime t I kno in conversation.

    e studios, and early in our acquaintance put into my e paper on erpretation of t begins ton to Marylebone to Primrose . Joood.

    ters of London represented Blakes four great myts. tences ion of all study of t requires an exact knos pursuit and t traces tion bet of Stributions, from imes called tian Cabala, of ation asy, ic Books of illiam Blake. e took it as almost a sign of Blakes personal  t joined our kno publisic Books, as t ablis t in anniversaries. After montical terms, and to be done in t Red s of Blakes friend and patron, ter, Jos. tful of Blakes ort imid old lady orical Jesus. One old man sat alensibly to s pero see t  steal ts, and t at lunc of Blakes Dante engravings. Going turning Ellis ertain me by pories, at first folk tales ed many folk tales, I did not see t. I ial memory of te tales, one of an Italian conspirator flying barefoot from I forget ure t alian city, in to be recognised by ,  ter at an el calling out number so and so as if ed guest. to door ried on ts, and just as  a pair to fit a voice cried from t?

    Merely me, sir, aking your boots. tyrs Bible round  of Blakes p ain jockey called upon ues, confused beted to tue interfered and turned o virtue,  credit and made, but for one sentence, a very  round in admiration and grief,  a dreadful expression. o raig ale, for ttempts to sin, as ures of t it ended ues returned to talk to any audience t offered, one audience being tmay  my fatious. eful to take ers of London.

    t saying, Anote and t. If t tupidest men in London, t romantic and ty account of all ts  in one s life.

    ion en pass out of my compreo a labyrintraction and subtilty, and turn  or turn of . to attain, in certain conditions of trance, a quickness so extraordinary t  times to imagine a condition of unendurable intellectual intensity, from y of t tantly upon trance. Once  all ternoon. I began talking ion, and after a moment Ellis, ion in a series of symbolic visions. In anot,

    into to get rid of t feeling, but presently ion, Ellis lying upon talking some time ting in t , and t t and t I ting up, and I find I am in t over t  it a reflection from some ligside the case.


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