H. B. Marriott Watson

H. B. Marriott Watson

Summary

Portrait of H. B. Marriott Watson H. B. Marriott Watson Diogenes of London (collection… (1893)

I have put about to describe her, but there are no terms for her; her loveliness is new to the world with herself. Her face is so delicately beautiful that I cannot separate its characters; in itself it is an ultimate thought. Yet from each one of her features I should know her face, they are so rare to me. When I look at her I am conscious mainly of her eyes, though should I meet them not the rest fills me so divinely that when at last she glances to me my delight flows over in esteem.
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Portrait of H. B. Marriott Watson H. B. Marriott Watson Diogenes of London (collection… (1893)

I bear about with me the marks of my passion, so that to my friends I am become as a fool. I am grown so inseparable from her in my thoughts that I am become her shadow; to recall her image is to see my own stark face. I am fallen into a byword to myself because of her: she stands between me and the immediate concerns of life. Time has laid me under heavy bonds, who was from the first a captive. I have no thought or feeling through the day that does not turn to her.
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