Sublime

Pocock argues that right through the nineteenth century this Old World preoccupation with virtue as a sacred, rational and timeless value persisted in America, and the vision of history as dynamic and creative in its “linear capacity to bring about incessant qualitative transformations of human life” struggled to emerge in pure form.

a constellation of her interests and passions and ambitions and love of beauty.

In this derelict place, Harris allowed his soul to unfold in a poignant ode to the universe.

The whole of my winters, as well as most of my summers, I had free and clear for study.

Stanford, I had the good fortune to study with Richard Rorty,

"Man is all symmetry, Full of proportions, one limb to another, And to all the world besides. Each part may call the farthest, brother; For head with foot hath private amity, And both with moons and tides. "Nothing hath got so far But man hath caught and kept it as his prey; His eyes dismount the highest star; He is in little all the sphe

the stifling oppression of that gentlewoman’s world, where everything was done for her and none asked for her aid

hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses, a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither,