The Aesthete's Flame
The letter arrived on a Thursday in October, though Arthur Davenant would not have been able to tell you which Thursday, or which October, or anything else that required precision. It was from the Soho circle, and it was polite, which in Victorian London was the same as being brutal. They had enjoyed his poetry, they said. They had admired his courage. But perhaps his latest work—too extreme,...
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