. In the forest of Arden. In the days before we went to Arden,Rosalind and I had often wonderedwhat books we should find there^ andwe had anticipated with the keenestcuriosity that in the mere presence orabsence of certain books we shoulddiscover at last the final principle ofcriticism, the absolute standard of liter-ary art. Many a time as we sat beforethe study fire and finished the readingof some volume that had yielded usunmixed delight, we had said to eachother that we should surely find it inArden, and read it again in an atmos-? phere in which the most delicate andi beautiful meanings w
. In the forest of Arden. In the days before we went to Arden,Rosalind and I had often wonderedwhat books we should find there^ andwe had anticipated with the keenestcuriosity that in the mere presence orabsence of certain books we shoulddiscover at last the final principle ofcriticism, the absolute standard of liter-ary art. Many a time as we sat beforethe study fire and finished the readingof some volume that had yielded usunmixed delight, we had said to eachother that we should surely find it inArden, and read it again in an atmos-? phere in which the most delicate andi beautiful meanings would become as clear as the exquisite tracery of froston the study windows. That we shouldfind all the classics there we had not thef| least doubt; who could imagine a com-! munity of intelligent persons withoutHomer and Dante and Shakespeare andWordsworth! How the volumes would im.
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