THE MAN WHO WENT TOO FAR by E.F. Benson

“White moths hovered dimly over the garden-beds, and the footsteps of night tip-toed through the bushes.” This in many ways is the apotheosis of a gushing, insufferable, but paradoxically sufferable, Wordsworth type, with a poetic prose as a glut within Nature’s version of Dorian Gray, the man called Frank who tells a convalescing friend, Darcy, … Continue reading THE MAN WHO WENT TOO FAR by E.F. Benson