Pictures are pretty, as are words. Combined they bring joy the world over, to children and adults alike. Even though this blog is dedicated to a good turn of phrase, imagery is never far from the writer’s tongue and reader’s ear (or should I say eye or mind or heart?). Why not enhance the magic further with some quasi-random illustrations?
Where are the images taken from and are you allowed to use them?
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Taken from an 1870s monthly American children’s magazine St. Nicholas Magazine, edited by Mary Mapes Dodge. A very young E.B. White was a contributor, and lifelong fan of the magazine. In fact, he opened his 1934 letter The St. Nicholas League, with the following praise for the magazine:
There is no doubt about it, the fierce desire to write and paint that burns in our land today, the incredible amount of writing and painting that still goes on in the face of heavy odds, are directly traceable to the St. Nicholas Magazine.
Did you notice the question mark on the casing of the grandfather clock? And on the building blocks down left?
“The gustatory equivalent of the Fechner Paradox.” Taken from Physical researches on sensation [by] Frank Allen [and others]. Available in print.
Frechner’s Paradox is not so much a paradox as an optical phenomenon derived from how we perceive the brightness of an image, when viewed with both eyes, as being approximately the average of the brightness perceived by each eye individually.
Earlier in the same book, the process of measuring the gustatory equivalent is described and it involves “… an electric current applied to the tongue. Intermittent stimulation was effected by electrolysis of the saliva with a periodically interrupted electric current.”
I kept thinking Frankenstein. Anyone else?
One of a number of intriguing illustrations for The Beggar’s Vision by Brookes More, with Illustration by Tracy Porter Rudd and Introduction by William Stanley Braithwaite (1921, Boston, The Cornhill Publishing Company).
This illustration comes in the middle of a poem called The Last of Lost Eden, in the middle of the third stanza, sandwiched between the lines
Away from the shadow-sea, sailed on,
Down, down as the dark night slips!
Where winter winds never have wailed on
Their chilling wings willing for killing! —
Available in print.