REFLECTION: It is not enough that our simple Sunflower flourish
on his “figs”――he has now grafted Edgar Poe on the “rose” tree
of the early American Market in “a certain milieu” of dry goods
and sympathy; and “a certain entourage” of worship and wooden
nutmegs.
Born of a Nation, not absolutely “devoid of any sense of
beauty”――Their idol――cherished, listened to, and understood!――
Foolish Baudelaire!――Mistaken Mallarmé!
J. A. McN. W.