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...them all separately, delivering only one book at a time (probably by subscription). He was the first inventor of that art, which hath lain so long dormant, of publishing by numbers, - an art now brought to such perfection that even dictionaries are divided and exhibited piecemeal to the public; nay, one bookseller hath (to encourage learning and ease the public) contrived to give them a dictionary in this divided manner for only fifteen shillings more than it would cost entire." - Fielding...
...have already used the word "aesthetics" in regard to it, it is therefore needless to say that I am a disciple of De Quincey. I lay no claim to originality; my sole ambition is to raise a warning voice in defence of that art which derives its dignity, nay, its very birth from my great master. Surely you will sympathize with me in this protest; you must agree with me that the fine art of murder was never more coarsely, more wantonly, more clumsily practised than now. Other times have been unfortunate, some in the conception, some in the execution...
...those of the students who formerly attended the repasts spread in the bare and unpretending, nay, somewhat comfortless, salle a manger of the Thayer Club, their present quarters are particularly grateful; and yet, as their eyes recover from the dazzling and bewildering effect of stained-glass windows, groined roof, high wainscot, oaken floor and tables, venerable portraits, armorial plates, saucers, and sugar-bowls, and ebony-skinned attendants, the still, small voice of the stomach makes itself heard, whispering to them that what satisfies the eye and elevates the aesthetic taste does not completely appease the longings of the poor animal...
...little valued by you, but must I give up as useless even the few mementos of consideration and regard which I cherish with so much care? Must I light my fire with the paper which contains a record of my one College office? May I not feel sentiment? Nay, may I not grow sentimental (utilitarians may sneer if they choose) over my one photograph and the little bundles of dried flowers? Reason would say they were given out of compassion only, and utility would bid me throw them away; but sentiment steps in and makes that to be a choicest...
...have the art of poetry by all means; nay, let us even have a professor of poetry (Mr. Rhetor Beduzle suggested). Let us have society poetry, class poetry, elective poetry, youthful-soaring poetry, poetry by the cord. Let us, for literary exercise, think in poetry, and write chemical reactions in rhythm, and for economy kindle our fires with glowing thoughts. But let us not be surprised if the spirit of Poesy visits us but seldom. Practice may improve metre and the combination of words, but the spirit of Poesy, with her mysterious beauty, comes unexpectedly and vanishes quickly. In silence...