He was in fact a poet without words; the more absorbed and endangered, that the springing-waters were dammed back into his soul, where, finding no utterance, they grew, and swelled, and undermined. – George MacDonald, ‘The Tale of Cosmo’¹ in ‘Phantastes: A Fairie Romance’ The best thing you can do for your fellow, next to rousing…

“What a strange thing a mirror is! and what a wondrous affinity exists between it and a man’s imagination! For this room of mine, as I behold it in the glass, is the same, and yet not the same. It is not the mere representation of the room I live in, but it looks just…