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"A Palpable Imaginable Visitable Past": Henry James and the Eighteenth Century

I delight in a palpable imaginable visitable past — in the nearer distances and the clearer mysteries, the marks and signs of a world we may reach over to as by making a long arm we grasp an object at the other end of our own table. The table is the one, the common expanse, and where we lean so stretching, we find it firm and continuous. That, to my imagination, is the past fragrant of all, or of almost all, the poetry of the thing outlived and lost and gone, and yet in which the precious element of closeness, telling so of connexions but tasting so of differences, remains appreciable. With more moves back the element of the appreciable shrinks — just as the charm of looking over a garden-wall into another garden breaks down when successions of walls appear.1