Call it the result of my literary studies; call it my newfound passion for the gin and tonic; call it what you will, but this man, Benedetto Croce, is slowly but surely moving his way into my own private pantheon of heroes.
I'm reading his Breviario di Aesthetico. The power of "the image", a power whose fascination I've felt since early youth, is articulating itself more clearly in my thought.
Walter Pater might be proud.
Burn with a gemlike flame.