“This winter I have been realizing a copy-book commonplace, which is at the same time a metaphysical profundity, viz.: that the present is all that is and it is not. One of the crowning metaphysical paradoxes. Of course the present is not. While you are uttering now, it is fled — it never existed.”
About George Cabot Lodge
10 October 1873–21 August 1909
The story of George Cabot Lodge is a story of two shadows: one cast by the immense, looming silhouette of a politically titanic father, and the other, the long, penumbral shadow of a premature and tragic end. Within the brief span of thirty-six years, Lodge crafted a body of work that was unapologetically…