Our Philadelphia . ^tJ .**-»•? -n ^. !^. ^;4*^j ft /-^// V ^ FRONT AM) CA1J,()\VHILL PHILADELPHIA AND LITERATURE 323 voted himself to writing, to whom writing was business,who sat down at his desk after breakfast and wrote as myFather after breakfast went down to his office and boughtand sold stocks, who never stopped except for his dailywalk, who got back to work if there was a free hour beforedinner and who, after dinner, read until he went to , he had brought with him the aroma, as it were,of the literary life in London. He had met many of thepeople who, because they had writt
Our Philadelphia . ^tJ .**-»•? -n ^. !^. ^;4*^j ft /-^// V ^ FRONT AM) CA1J,()\VHILL PHILADELPHIA AND LITERATURE 323 voted himself to writing, to whom writing was business,who sat down at his desk after breakfast and wrote as myFather after breakfast went down to his office and boughtand sold stocks, who never stopped except for his dailywalk, who got back to work if there was a free hour beforedinner and who, after dinner, read until he went to , he had brought with him the aroma, as it were,of the literary life in London. He had met many of thepeople who, because they had written books, were myheroes. Here would have been literature enough to trans-figure Philadelphia had I known no other writers. IV But, through him, I did know others. First of all,George Boker with whom, however, I could not pretendto friendship or more than the barest acquaintance. Inthe streets he was as noticeable a figure as my Uncle,though given neither to cowboy hats and dragon-handledcanes nor to peering into shop windows and car
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