The American public — the American public with the mind of a twelve-year-old child, you know — it must have life as it ain’t.
The American public — the American public with the mind of a twelve-year-old child, you know — it must have life as it ain’t.
“My love for the alphabet, which endures, grew out of reciting it but, before that, out of seeing the letters on the page. In my own story books, before I could read them for myself, I fell in love with various winding, enchanted-looking initials drawn by Walter Crane at the heads of fairy tales. In ‘Once upon a time’ an ‘O’ had a rabbit running it as a treadmill, his feet upon flowers. When the day came, years later, for me to see the Book of Kells, all the wizardry of letter, initial, and word swept over me a thousand times over, and the illumination, the gold, seemed a part of the word’s beauty and holiness that had been there from the start.”
Eudora Welty | One Writer’s Beginnings