| Popis: |
In early youth Miss Evans had a keen sense of the ridiculous, but it wore away. … To give you an idea how true this is, I will read you a phrase in one of the last letters she ever wrote. ‘I am intensely happy. We (that is, Mr. Cross and herself) are sitting on the balcony overlooking the river. The scene is striking and impressive. Dark clouds are rising as if for a storm, yet everything is peaceful in the calm twilight. We are very happy. All we long for is the impossible. We wish that George Lewes was with us.’1 When you consider that George Lewes was her first husband and only dead a year, and that ‘we’ includes a young and second husband, this phrase, which you can see in her own handwriting, is to me an evidence that she had no idea of the ludicrous, at any rate at this time of her life. … |
