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A Bronte Pilgrimage
On my last trip to England, some years ago, I spent a day at the Bronte Parsonage. I visited the house, which is a museum, and wandered on the unchanged moors, wool-gathering; also gathering bits of...
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Art Imitates Art, or By the Book, or How Bronte Saved My Life Precisely at the age designated by Dante as midlife, when one is apt to lose one’s direction, as I did, I was saved by reading Jane Eyre....
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