A reflective tale of an artist on holiday in Folkestone, observing life and forming connections.
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A reflective tale of an artist on holiday in Folkestone, observing life and forming connections.
Yes indeed, I say to myself, pen in hand, I can keep hold of the thread and let it lead me back to the first impression. The little story is all there, I can touch it from point to point; for the thread, as I call it, is a row of coloured beads on a string. None of the beads are missing--at least I think they're not: that's exactly what I shall amuse myself with finding out.I had been all summer working hard in town and then had gone down to Folkestone for a blow. Art was long, I felt, and my ho...
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Minor cultural observations with stereotyping of Jewish individuals.
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