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Glaspell, Susan, 1882-1948

"The Glory of the Conquered The Story of a Great Love"

And I like that idea of painting, not just nature, but
what nature means to man. I want to get at the response--the thing
awakened--the things given back. Don't you see how that translates the
spirit there is between nature and man--stands for the oneness?"
He nodded, seeming to be thinking. "I see," he said at last. "I wonder if
you know all that means?"
"Why, yes, I think I do. My next picture will get at it in a--um--a more
mature way."
"Tell me about it."
"I don't know that I can, very well. It's hard to put pictures into
words. I fear it will sound very conventional as I tell it, but of course
it is what one puts into it that makes for individuality. It is in the
woods, too. You know, Karl, how I love the woods. And I _know_ them! It
is not spring now, but middle summer; no suggestion of fall, but mature
summer. A girl--just about such a girl as I was before you came that day
and changed everything--had gone into the woods with a couple of books.
She had been sitting under a tree, reading.


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