Abstract

Abstract:

"Each time she turned in again, each time, in her impatience, she gave him up, it was to sound to a deeper depth, while she tasted the faint, flat emanation of things, the failure of fortune and of honour." Thus Henry James describes Kate Croy waiting for her father near the beginning of The Wings of the Dove. In this essay, I explore the deep connections James draws in the novel between (im)patience and (mis)fortune and (dis)honor. In teaching us how properly to wait—aesthetically, morally, and spiritually—he offers a reply to his critics and to our impatient age.

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