Saturday, October 4, 2008

Julius LeBlanc Stewart The Letter painting

Julius LeBlanc Stewart The Letter paintingFrederic Edwin Church Jerusalem from the Mount of Olives paintingWilliam Merritt Chase Terrace Prospect Park painting
friends would envy. His social position was unique; it had an air of mystery, even of crime, about it; people said Rex went about armed. Julia and her friends had a fascinated abhorrence of what they called ‘Pont Street’; they collected phrases that damned their user, and among themselves - and often, disconcertingly, in public - talked a language made up of them. It was ‘Pont Street’ to wear a signet ring and to give chocolates at the theatre; it was ‘Pont Street’ at a dance to say, ‘Can I forage for you?’ Whatever Rex might be, he was definitely not ‘Pont Street’. He had stepped straight from the underworld into the world of Brenda Champion who was herself the innermost of a number of concentric ivory spheres.
Perhaps Julia recognized in Brenda Champion an intimation of what she and her friends

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