literary guest we had donated manuscripts, papers, diaries, notebooks, drafts, material they knew to be significant as well as things they must have considered nearly worthless. Of course, some of the latter have turned out to be among our most important possessions.â
âManuscripts and diaries? T. S. Eliot and Lawrence and everybody else? Even Theodore Cornâeven Isobel?â
âOh, even Isobel, I assure you,â Wall said, smiling. âEspecially Isobel, I might say. I donât quite know how it began, but before long it had become a custom to give something of that sort to the house, as a token repayment for Edithâs hospitality, as an indication of oneâs gratitude for Esswoodâs beauty and seclusion.⦠It was part of coming here at all, to leave something like that behind when you left.â
âThatâs extraordinary,â Standish said. âYou mean that all these famous people donated original manuscripts and diaries every time they came?â
âEvery year. Year after year. Isobel Standish came to Esswood twice, and I believe she left some very significant items for the library.â
âAnd were these, um, donations, copies of more widely known works? It doesnât soundââ
âNor should it. I think Iâm right in saying that everything of that sort we have is unique to us. None of it can be published or reproduced elsewhere, except by arrangement. Those were the conditions that evolved, you see.â
Standish felt as though he had licked his finger and pushed it into a socket. The place was a treasure house. Manuscripts of unknown works by some of the centuryâs greatest writers, early handwritten drafts of famous poems and novels! It was like coming on a warehouse full of unknown paintings by Matisse, Cézanne, and Picasso.
Robert Wall must have seen some of his excitement in his face, for he said, âI know. Rather takes the breath away, doesnât it? If youâre the sort of person who can appreciate it properly. Of course, you can see why we are very careful each year in selecting the Esswood Fellowsâthey have a great deal to live up to.â
âWow,â Standish said. âAbsolutely.â
âAnd that was its attraction for me too, I imagine. Apart from its being the only home Iâve ever really known. I went to school and then university, the Seneschals were always very generous when they felt generosity was called for, but Iâm afraid I always felt a deep connection to Esswood. So after university I did my best to make myself indispensable, and Iâve been here ever since. Called up in the second war, of course, but I couldnât wait to get back here. Still the gamekeeperâs boy at heart, I fear. And I do like to think Iâve helped Esswood move into the modern world without losing anything of its past.â
Wall smiled at Standish. âThatâs the thing, you see. The past of Esswood is really still quite alive. I can remember walking out past the long pond with my father one morning, and seeing Edith Seneschal, who seemed to me the loveliest woman in the world, wander toward me with a tall woman, also beautiful, and a stout, distinguished elderly gentleman, and introducing me to Virginia Woolf and Henry James. James was very old then, of course, and it was his last visit to Esswood. He bent down to shake my hand, and he admired my coat. âWhat a lot of buttons you have, young man,â he said to me. âIs your name Buttons?â I was tongue-tied, hadnât a clue what to say to him, just gawped up like a gormless fool, which he took awfully well. Later on in life, I read everything I could about them, James and Woolf, as well as all their workâI tried to learn everything possible about all our guests. Scholars included, of course. I see that as one of the essential tasks of running Esswood properly. We screen everybody pretty thoroughly beforehand, and
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