Literary Boston As I Knew It全文TXT下载/William Dean Howells or/最新章节列表

was an old

man nearer

eighty

than

seventy

when I saw

him,and I

recall of

him

personally

his dark

tint,and

the

scholarly

refinement

of his

clean-shaven

face,which

seemed to

me rather

English

than

American

in

character.He

was quite

exterior

to the

Atlantic

group of

writers,and

had no

interest

in me as

one of it.

Literary

Boston of

that day

was not a

solidarity,as

I soon

perceived;and

I

understood

that it

was only

in my

quality of

stranger

that I saw