“I have sometimes been eiry for losing your countenance [...] when a man loses conceit of himself he thinks and not without foundation that every body does the same.”
“I have sometimes been eiry for losing your countenance [...] when a man loses conceit of himself he thinks and not without foundation that every body does the same.”
c. 9 December 1770–21 November 1835
The story of James Hogg is one of the most remarkable and unlikely ascents in the history of British literature. Born into the humblest of circumstances in the wilds of the Scottish Borders, he rose from a life of manual labour to stand, albeit often awkwardly, alongside the literary giants of his age. He was a man of…
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