In college I was taught that Henry James was a man of gravitas, a writer whose work resonates with discretion and discernment. And if I had any doubts, I simply needed to look at John Singer Sargent’s portrait of the “Master”—a capital M is advised nowadays when using James’s sobriquet—with its sober visage, Napoleonic hand positioning, and gold watch c…
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