OF A CURIOUS MEETING OF EXTREMES
On the dreary suburban edge of a very old, very ignorant,
very sooty, hardhearted, stony-streeted, meanly grim,
little provincial town there stands a gasometer.
The relative obscurity of Richard Le Gallienne's literary reputation is perhaps due to his excess of romantic sensibility in an age of irony. By the time he got to Paris in 1927, Le Gallienne's heyday...