...of profligate living is that 'it hardens a' within, and petrifies the feeling' But we think Geotge Meredith came nearer to diagnosing the real trouble...there was no log left 'leaning back,' in his master Lander's image, with a male, slow, generating core of fire. Set apart Hertha, that glorious poem, Swinburne's...

...nothing, and he was not so implicitly delighted by Swinburne. He wrote of him : ' He is not subtle : and I don't see any internal centre from which springs...as an artist, I would not willingly prognosticate.' In this dubious attitude Meredith remained during the rest of his life ; in fact, why should it be...

...friend, and each has been elevated by later generations to the status of something gnomic or oracular. "I don't see any internal centre from which springs anything that he does," Meredith once wrote to a friend, but the fact that he wrote this in 1861, speaking of La Fille du policeman,...