Anyway, the view shows the rise leading up to Tiberius' villa. Perhaps the cliff in the picture is the point from which ill-performing catamites were tossed, if we can believe Suetonius' account. (We can't...)
Monday, February 20, 2012
Capri
A sketch made while waiting for the ferry back to Naples. Capri is a weirdly charming place, redolent of past glories without being pretentious. Perhaps because those glories were themselves a sequence of nervous foreigners, men and women in pseudo-exile, trying to forget and failing miserably. Like poor Alfred Krupp, for example.
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Comment upon this brief sketch of the life of a great man, would seem to us impertinence, and if it rouse in others the same sentiments with which it has inspired us, an introduction is needless. Alfred Krupp's life was Longfellow's noblest poem, lived - not written - and of him can it surely be said that he has, in dying, left; behind him footprints on the sands of time, that will comfort many a shipwrecked brother, yet unborn.
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