Fw: The view from Herman Melville's window

[alice wellintown]

My chambers were up stairs at No.--Wall-street. At one end they looked
upon the white wall of the interior of a spacious sky-light shaft,
penetrating the building from top to bottom. This view might have been
considered rather tame than otherwise, deficient in what landscape
painters call "life." But if so, the view from the other end of my
chambers offered, at least, a contrast, if nothing more. In that
direction my windows commanded an unobstructed view of a lofty brick
wall, black by age and everlasting shade; which wall required no
spy-glass to bring out its lurking beauties, but for the benefit of
all near-sighted spectators, was pushed up to within ten feet of my
window panes. Owing to the great height of the surrounding buildings,
and my chambers being on the second floor, the interval between this
wall and mine not a little resembled a huge square cistern.



On Wed, Dec 29, 2010 at 6:22 PM, Mark Kohut <markekohut at yahoo.com> wrote:
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