Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Sympathetic Ink by Henry James

"Whatever becomes of such things, in the long intervals of consciousness? Where do they hide themselves away? In what unvisited cupboards and crannies of our being do they preserve themselves? They are like the lines of a letter written in sympathetic ink; hold the letter to the fire for a while and the grateful warmth brings out the invisible words."

Henry James, "Diary of a Man of Fifty", 1879
Ink used: Waterman's Carnation Red
Nib: Sergent Major No. 500
Paper: Sennelier ink & calligraphy 125g

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