O'Neill
plangent note: "the new is no substitute for the lost. To
the end, she was haunted by the 'blessed influence' of
her shining white house on the hill."
There is, it must be said, a good deal of curvaceous
brown furniture in many of the rooms of the writers
represented here, and a modicum of melancholy, but
perhaps the latter is characteristic not only of writers but
of everybody in the 19th century, when such an emotion
was permitted, even celebrated, rather than medicated.
Nevertheless, after perusing these often solemn interiors,
one seeks flamboyance, verve.
One finds it in Eugene O'Neill's penchant for brilliant
butane blue, saturating the paintwork, objets and
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