The Mighty Child

Visions of Youth in Dante and Shakespeare

As it happens, I am writing these words just as a picture of my mother and father on their wedding day flashes before my eyes, both of them young, and never did I know them to be otherwise, even when my father lay dying at age 56, and even now that my mother is drawing near to the sunset of life. What a wonderful thing it is, to be a child!

And for An…