The Critic’s Mind Considered
How pleasing that such profound prattle should inevitably find its place in print! “Not precisely a symphony in white... for there is a yellowish dress... brown hair, etc.... another with reddish hair... and of course there is the flesh colour of the complexions.”
Bon Dieu! did this wise person expect white hair and chalked faces? And does he then, in his astounding consequence, believe that a symphony in F contains no other note, but shall be a continued repetition of F, F, F.?... Fool!
Butterfly Chelsea,
June 1867.