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Isadora Duncan

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When she read my first book Visions and Revisions, she sent me so many red roses that they filled the little flat, but I was too nervous to go and see her. She has been one of the most thrilling sensations — but that is a wretched word to express it — of my whole existence. She has danced for me alone — with a beauty that makes the most beautiful young girls' dancing seem mere child's play. It was as though Demeter herself, the mater dolorosa of the ancient earth, rose and danced. Well, she has gone — and I enclose to you the red rose she gave to me as she went.
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John Cowper Powys, in a letter to his brother Llewelyn (18 November 1917), as quoted in Recollections of the Powys Brothers: Llewelyn, Theodore, and John Cowper (1980) by Belinda Humfrey, p. 25; this has sometimes been misattributed to Auguste Rodin.

 
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