In Paris, after several years in London, lives a thin-bearded, long, supple blade of a man, middle-ag-ing but of feverish vitality, whom "the foremost English novelist" (Ford Madox Ford) calls "the greatest living poet." This is not cant between members of a mutual adulation society. Many an-other able artist pays homage to Novelist Ford's bearded friend. They consult him about their pictures, statues, books, love affairs. They are not dazzled by his often eccentric habits and raiment, seeing within him a spirit like a flame blown in the wind. He is a...
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