Le Mat (The Fool) The flesh, the sensitive life, the spirit in search of experience — and atonement. A young man, breathing and savoring the freshness of the morning of life. The "dreamer" that is a part of every creative person. Lithographed on Linweave L'Aiglon. Color: Flame....
"Printing is the Inseparable Companion of Achievement" — Roy Trewin Porte Roy Trewin Porte was born on May 8, 1876 in Woodstock, New Brunswick, Canada. When he was just five years old he moved to the states with his widowed mother, settling in Casselton, North Dakota. Porte’s mother likely did...
“If a scholar only stays in one place, he will be blocked by one small river and become narrow-minded and ignorant. He must travel everywhere to see human affairs, the social customs of the north and the south, mountains and rivers, and to broaden his...
The Rare Books Department welcomes you all back to the J. Willard Marriott Library, and invites you to visit our latest exhibition, Roar of Distant Breakers, now on display in the Special Collections Gallery on level four. This exhibition was curated by Luise Poulton, the former Managing...
We have amongst our men, a great variety of dispositions. Some who have not been accustomed to the kind of life they are to lead in future, look forward to it with eager delight, and talk of stirring incidents and hair-breadth ‘scapes. Others who are...
Pioneers, for whom history was walking through dead grass, and the main things that happened were miles and the time of day – Traveling Through the Dark William Stafford (1914-1993) New York: Harper & Row, 1962 PS3537 T143 T7 1962 Poet William Stafford was born and raised in Kansas,...
Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row John Steinbeck (1902-1968) New York: The Viking Press, 1945 First edition, second state PS3537 T3234 C3 1945 Cannery Row is a Depression-era...
Apart from the feeling of loneliness which any one in my situation must naturally have experienced, surrounded by stupendous works of nature, which in all their solitary grandeur frowned upon me, and sinking into utter insignificance the miserable mortal who crept beneath their shadow; still...
A vivid belt of blue lightning flashed down through the blackness, and for a moment every outline of cliff and forest forms, and the rushing clouds of snow and sleet, were lighted up with a cold, pallid gleam. …In the moment of lightning I saw...
To the people of Europe, where the high price of real estate confers distinction upon its owner, it seems almost beyond belief that the United States should give away one hundred and sixty acres of land for nothing. Yet such is the fact; a compliance with...