“When we walked through town, I asked Father […] who owned this or that house and why it was so big, why, at another house, were there always two windows set beside each other, and why, at yet another house, were there two stone men holding up the cornice of the front door.” -Stifter (tr. Spencer)
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Matthew Spencer
For the Almanac, I write about Adalbert Stifter and his massive autobiographical novel Late Summer:
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