“.. when our native land was nude and crude and pro-vincial, when the famous " atmosphere" it is supposed to lack was not even missed, when literature was lonely there and art and form almost impossible, he had found means to live and write like one of the first; to be free and general and not at all afraid ; to feel, understand, and express everything.”
“Those who drew me on board were my old mates and daily companions— but they knew me no more than they would have known a traveller from the spirit-land.”