THE DREAM DOCUMENTS
By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE THE dream has come to an end, and I have just…
THE DEATH OF THE POET
By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE THE poet lay dying. He was not a good grey poet.…
THE BUTTERFLY OF DREAMS
By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE IT was said that a tragic disappointment accounted for young Lord…
THE BIBLE AND THE BUTTERFLY
Richard Le Gallienne Once, in my old book-hunting days, I picked up, on the Quai…
REVISITING THE GLIMPSES OF THE MOON
By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE SID NORTON could not recall a time when he had not…
THE MYSTICISM OF GASTRONOMY
By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE “EVEN our digestion is governed by angels!” said William Blake—one of…
ONCE-UPON-A-TIME
By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE WHEN I was a child there grew at the back of…
ON THE WEARING OF OPALS
By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE “HOW sad your eyes are to-night!” I said to the Sphinx…
ON THE EDGE OF THE STARLIGHT
By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE THE Sphinx and I had not met for quite a long…
ON RE-READING WALTER PATER
Richard Le Gallienne It is with no small satisfaction, and with a sense of reassurance…