Henry James, ca. 1900
Photograph by William M. Vander Weyde
He wasn’t there for his own profit – not, that is, the direct; he was there on some chance of feeling the brush of the wing of the stray spirit of youth. He felt it in fact, he had it beside him; the old arcade indeed, as his inner sense listened, gave out the faint sound, as from far-off, of the wild waving of wings.
– Henry James, The Ambassadors