Written by Margaret C. Anderson
The Little Review, August 1915 (Vol. 2, No. 5)
by Margaret C. AndersonThe dead fingers of spent passions, spent dreams, spent youth clutch at the throat of the rising generation and preserve the integrity of the American family. Not that there is a typical American family. There is only the typical struggle between the dead and the living, between the inert and hideous virtue of decayed souls and the rebellious desir..
The Little Review, December 1915 (Vol. 2, No. 9)
by Margaret C. AndersonThe young artist is a woman, and at evening she comes to talk to me in my room. She is my sister, but long ago she has forgotten that and I have forgotten. Neither my sister nor I live in our father’s house, and among all my brothers and sisters I am conscious only of her. The others have positions in the city and in the evening go home to the hous..