Charles Bullard Fairbanks, My Unknown Chum: "Aguecheek"
“ A book is to me like a hat or coat—a very uncomfortable thing until the newness has been worn off.It is in the churches of Florence that my enthusiasm reaches its meridian. This solemn cathedral, with its richly dight windows,—whose warm hues must have been stolen from the palette of Titian or Tintoretto,—makes me forget all earthly hopes and sorrows; and the majestic Santa Maria Novella and San Lorenzo, with their peaceful cloisters and treasures of literature and art, appeal strongly to my religious sensibilities, while they completely satisfy my taste. ”
