It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the … - Henry James

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The consideration of human suffering is not one which enters into the calculations of primitive man.

Henry James

It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.

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He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

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