“…we are much fonder of the pictures of those we love when they are at a great distance than when they are near us. It seems to me as if the farther they are removed their pictures grow the more finished, and acquire a greater resemblance; or least our imagination, which perpetually figures them to us by the desire we have of seeing them again, makes us think so.
… If a picture, which is but a mute representation of an object, can give such pleasure, what cannot letters inspire?
They have souls;
They can speak
they have in them all that force which expresses the transports of the heart;
they have all the fire of our passions, they can raise them as much as if the person themselves were present;
they have all the tenderness and the delicacy of speech,
and sometimes even a boldness of expression beyond it."
I love the art of letter writing with a passion, and I miss it the romance and artistry of constructing something so beautiful out of the written word. This weekend my best friend and I explored a beautiful forgotten little stationary shop in a laneway in the city, and I almost blew my weeks pay buying supplies. There is something so fullfilling in writing a letter; in paper and ink and envelopes stuffed with secrets.
You can read more of H&A's love letters here.