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id: 723
author: Howells, William Dean
title: Henry James, Jr.
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  They returned to America in 1860, placing themselves at Newport, and for a year or two Mr. James was at the Harvard Law School, where, perhaps, he did not study a great deal of law. His father removed from Newport to Cambridge in 1866, and there Mr. James remained till he went abroad, three years later, for the residence in England and Italy which, with infrequent visits home, has continued ever since.


id: 32649
author: James, Henry
title: The Middle Years
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sentence: 422
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  I knew myself the very worst conceivable, but how to give to such other persons a decent or coherent reason for my being so required more presence of mind than I could in the least muster--the consequence of which failure had to be for me, I fear, under all that confused first flush, rather an abject acceptance of the air of imbecility. I honestly think one did, even in the first flushes of recognition, more or less so tremble; I remember at least that in spite of such disconcertments, such dismays, as certain of the most thoroughly Victorian _choses vues_ originally treated me to, something yet deeper and finer than observation admonished me to like them just as they were, or at least not too fatuously to dislike--since it somehow glimmered upon me that if they had lacked their oddity, their monstrosity, as it even might be, their unabashed insular conformity, other things that belong to them, as they belong to these, might have loomed less large and massed less thick, which effect was wholly to be deprecated.


id: 37300
author: West, Rebecca
title: Henry James
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  For the essential thing about Mr James was that he was an American; and that meant, for his type and generation, that he could never feel at home until he was in exile. It is probable that when he and his wife paid what Mr James tells us was their first (that is our mother's first) visit to Europe, which had quite immediately followed my birth, which appears to have lasted some year and a half--the last clause of this sentence is unfortunate for a novelist famous for his deliberation--he brought his babies with him with a solemnity of intention, as if to dip them in a holy well.


id: 26115
author: James, Henry
title: A Small Boy and Others
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  The becraped passage at Meurice's alluded to a little back was of a later season, and the radiation, as I recall it, had been, that first winter, mainly from a _petit hÃ´tel_ somewhere on the other side, as we used with a large sketchiness to say, of the Champs ElysÃ©es; a region at that time reduced to no regularity, but figuring to my fond fancy as a chaos of accidents and contrasts where _petits hÃ´tels_ of archaic type were elbowed by woodyards and cabarets, and pavilions ever so characteristic, yet ever so indefinable, snuggled between frank industries and vulgarities--all brightened these indeed by the sociable note of Paris, be it only that of chaffering or of other _bavardise_. Who were the copious Hunts?--whose ample house, on the north side, toward Seventh Avenue, still stands, next or near that of the De Peysters, so that I perhaps confound some of the attributes of each, though clear as to the blond Beekman, or Beek, of the latter race, not less than to the robust George and the stout, the very stout, Henry of the former, whom I see bounding before a gathered audience for the execution of a _pas seul_, clad in a garment of Turkey red fashioned by his own hands and giving way at the seams, to a complete absence of _dessous_, under the strain of too fine a figure: this too though I make out in those connections, that is in the twilight of Hunt and De Peyster garrets, our command of a comparative welter of draperies; so that I am reduced to the surmise that Henry indeed had contours.


id: 38035
author: James, Henry
title: The Letters of Henry James, (Vol. II)
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  I envy you the quite ideal and transcendent jollity (as if Marie Corelli had herself evoked the image for us) of having polished off a brilliant _coup_ and being on your way to celebrate the case in Paris. If he isn't able to give you the detail of much of _that_ tragedy, so much the better for you--save indeed for your thereby losing too some examples of how he succeeds in occasional mitigations _quand même_, thanks to the positive, the quite blest, ferocity of his passion not to fail of any service he can with the least conceivability render.


