I went to Westminster to hunt up my Art School. I was to become very familiar with Westminster Abbey because the Art School lay just behind it, being housed in the Architectural Museum in Tufton Street. There stood the richly magnificent Abbey stuffed with monumental history, then a flanking…
Author: Emily Carr
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Turmoil, crowding, too many people, too little air, was hateful to me. I ached with homesickness for my West though I shook myself, called myself fool. Hadn’t I strained every nerve to get here? Why whimper? Aunt Amelia’s mock-genteel PG’s galled me at every turn—high-bridged noses, hard, loud, clear…