← It was Rothenstein that took me to see, in Cambridge Street, Pimlico, a young man whose drawings were already famous among the few—Aubrey Beardsley by name. 🔊
← The young writers of that era—and I was sure this man was a writer—strove earnestly to be distinct in aspect. 🔊
← I was young, and had not the clarity of judgment that Rothenstein already had. 🔊
← I thought the author of Fungoids did, unconsciously of course, owe something to the young Parisian decadents or to the young English ones who owed something to them. 🔊
← TO A YOUNG WOMAN THOU ART, WHO HAST NOT BEEN! 🔊
← I wondered who the "young woman" was and what she had made of it all. 🔊
← It iz a sumwot labud satire, but not without vallu az showing hou seriusli the yung men ov th aiteen-ninetiz took themselvz. 🔊
← I remember pausing before a wide door-step and wondering if perchance it was on this very one that the young De Quincey lay ill and faint while poor Ann flew as fast as her feet would carry her to Oxford Street, the "stony-hearted stepmother" of them both, and came back bearing that "glass of port wine and spices" but for which he might, so he thought, actually have died. 🔊