Am I a Coleridge opium fantasy? Or have I always been here?
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Neville Cardus' portrait of Delius
"His attendant carried him into the sitting-room of his suite and flopped him down on a couch, where he fell about like a rag doll until he was arranged into a semblance of human shape. There was nothing pitiable in him, nothing inviting sympathy in this wreck of a physique. He was wrapped in a monk-like gown, and his face was strong and disdainful, every line on it grown by intrepid living."