William Jerdan,
Extract from The Autobiography of William Jordan
(1852)
“ I love poetry; who taught me to love it but he? I love praise; to whom do I owe so much of it as to him? I love paintings; I have rarely seen them but with him. I love the theatre, and there I have seldom gone but with him. I love the acquisition of ideas; he has conducted me to their attainment. Thus his image has become associated with my enjoyments and the public admiration already accorded to my efforts, and he must be all I picture of kindness, talents, and excellence." Gratitude is prone to such illusions, and especially where combined with the fire and fervour of genius ”
