“I think you are not tolerant enough of the instinct for conquest in language, the attempt to push out its boundaries, to win for it continually some new swiftness, some rare compression, to distil from it a more opaline drop.”
“I think you are not tolerant enough of the instinct for conquest in language, the attempt to push out its boundaries, to win for it continually some new swiftness, some rare compression, to distil from it a more opaline drop.”
8 July 1869–17 October 1910
In the flickering gaslight of late nineteenth-century America, as the nation struggled to reconcile its frontier spirit with emerging urban sophistication, William Vaughn Moody emerged as a literary voice uniquely suited to capture this profound cultural tension. Born on July 8, 1869, in Spencer, Indiana, and dying…
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