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id: 3391
author: Howells, William Dean
title: A Belated Guest (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance)
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  If it is still to come, in great measure, that is not Harte's fault, for he kept on writing those stories, in one form or another, as long as he lived. When the adventurous young editor who had proposed being his host for Cambridge and the Boston neighborhood, while Harte was still in San Francisco, and had not yet begun his princely progress eastward, read of the honors that attended his coming from point to point, his courage fell, as if he had perhaps, committed himself in too great an enterprise.


id: 3397
author: Howells, William Dean
title: Roundabout to Boston (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance)
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sentence: 215
flesch: 64
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  There are other great men, plenty of them, common great men, whom we know as names and powers, and whom we willingly let the ages have when they die, for, living or dead, they are alike remote from us. I had made his acquaintance at Venice three years before, and I came in for my share of that love for literary men which all their perversities could not extinguish in him.


id: 3395
author: Howells, William Dean
title: Oliver Wendell Holmes (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance)
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sentence: 303
flesch: 63
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  He frankly and joyously made himself the starting-point in all his inquest of the hearts and minds of other men, but so far from singling himself out in this, and standing apart in it, there never was any one who was more eagerly and gladly your fellow-being in the things of the soul. IV. For a long time, for the whole first period of his work, he stood for that alone, its tastes, its prejudices, its foibles even, and when he came to stand in his 'second period, for vastly, for infinitely more, and to make friends with the whole race, as few men have ever done, it was always, I think, with a secret shiver of doubt, a backward look of longing, and an eye askance.


id: 3396
author: Howells, William Dean
title: Literary Boston as I Knew It (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance)
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sentence: 307
flesch: 61
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  Even this was of New England origin, for it was almost wholly the work of New England men and women in the splendid exile of New York. The publishing house which so long embodied New England literature was already attempting enterprises out of the line of its traditions, and one of these had brought Mr. T. B. Aldrich from New York, a few weeks before I arrived upon the scene in that dramatic quality which I think never impressed any one but Mr. Bowles.


id: 3394
author: Howells, William Dean
title: The White Mr. Longfellow (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance)
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words: 11007
sentence: 331
flesch: 65
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  How is Mr. Longfellow? He was pleased with the accounts I could give him of the love and honor I had known for him in Italy, and one day there came a letter from an Italian admirer, addressed to Mr. Greatest Poet Longfellow, which he said was the very most amusing superscription he had ever seen.


id: 3392
author: Howells, William Dean
title: Cambridge Neighbors (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance)
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sentence: 357
flesch: 61
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  But Henry James was incommensurably more Swedenborgian than either of us: he lived and thought and felt Swedenborg with an entirety and intensity far beyond the mere assent of other men. I do not know whether The Old Sergeant is ever read now; it has probably passed with other great memories of the great war; and I am afraid none of Willson's other verse is remembered.


id: 3393
author: Howells, William Dean
title: Studies of Lowell (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance)
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sentence: 382
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  I believe neither in heroes nor in saints; but I believe in great and good men, for I have known them, and among such men Lowell was of the richest nature I have known. He expressed a special tolerance for my own inherited faith, no doubt because Mrs. Lowell was also a Swedenborgian; but I do not think he was interested in it, and I suspect that all religious formulations bored him.


id: 3390
author: Howells, William Dean
title: My Mark Twain (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance)
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  Well, Mr. Clemens,' he said, 'nobody seems to have a very good word for you.' He likes Mr. Clemens very much, my representative answered, and he thinks him one of the greatest men he ever knew.


id: 3398
author: Howells, William Dean
title: My First Visit to New England, and Others (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance)
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words: 31132
sentence: 786
flesch: 61
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  He was all for literature, and for literary men as the superiors of every one. He had been smoking the pipe he loved, and he put it back in his mouth, presently, as if he found himself at greater ease with it, when he began to chat, or rather to let me show what manner of young man I was by giving me the first word.


id: 47060
author: Howells, William Dean
title: Years of My Youth
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  We lived together in a picturesque edifice, Gothic and Tudor, which had been meant for a medical college, and had begun so, and then from some financial infirmity lapsed to a boarding-house for such young men as I knew, though we were not without the presence of a young married pair, now and then, and even a young lady, a teacher or the like, who made us welcome when we ended a round of evening calls outside by calling on them from room to room. We were of course daily together in our work, and often in our walks on the Sundays which were as other days to his steadfast agnosticism.


