“Many a night that summer she left Dr. Archie’s office with a desire to run and run about those quiet streets until she wore out her shoes, or wore out the streets themselves; when her chest ached and it seemed as if her heart were spreading all over the desert. When she went home, it was not to go to sleep. She used to drag her mattress beside her low window and lie awake for a long while, vibrating with excitement, as a machine vibrates from speed. Life rushed in upon her through that window—or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within, not from without. There is no work of art so big or so beautiful that it was not once all contained in some youthful body, like this one which lay on the floor in the moonlight, pulsing with ardor and anticipation.”—Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark (via rubyglass) (via themagiclantern)
Re: this photograph (http://sannadyker.tumblr.com/post/707707794/tuesday-johnson-james-brownlee-american-civil), do you know anything more about James? I have a letter, dated 8/23/1861, from John Brownlee to his son, James, who was a soldier in the war. I am curious as to whether or not this is he. Please reply to:
Sincerely, George Fitting
Hello, sorry but i just reblogged it from a few other people. I think their links should be below the image. Perhaps they might know?