Fors Clavigera (Volume 2 of 8): Letters to the workmen and labourers of Great BritainRuskin, John
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Fors Clavigera (Volume 2 of 8): Letters to the workmen and labourers of Great Britain
Ruskin, John
Aesthetics; Conduct of life; Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century; Social problems; Working class -- Great Britain
In the year 1869, just before leaving Venice, I had been carefully
looking at a picture by Victor Carpaccio, representing the dream of
a young princess. Carpaccio has taken much pains to explain to us, as
far as he can, the kind of life she leads, by completely painting her
little bedroom in the light of dawn, so that you can see everything
in it. It is lighted by two doubly-arched windows, the arches being
painted crimson round their edges, and the capitals of the shafts that
bear them, gilded. They are filled at the top with small round panes
of glass; but beneath, are open to the blue morning sky, with a low
lattice across them: and in the one at the back of the room are set two
beautiful white Greek vases with a plant in each; one having rich dark
and pointed green leaves, the other crimson flowers, but not of any
species known to me, each at the end of a branch like a spray of heath.
These flower-pots stand on a shelf which runs all round the room,
and beneath the window, at about the height of the elbow, and serves
to put things on anywhere: beneath it, down to the floor, the walls
are covered with green cloth; but above, are bare and white. The
second window is nearly opposite the bed, and in front of it is the
princess's reading-table, some two feet and a half square, covered
by a red cloth with a white border and dainty fringe; and beside
it her seat, not at all like a reading chair in Oxford, but a very
small three-legged stool like a music-stool, covered with crimson
cloth. On the table are a book set up at a slope fittest for reading,
and an hour-glass. Under the shelf, near the table, so as to be easily
reached by the outstretched arm, is a press full of books. The door
of this has been left open, and the books, I am grieved to say, are
rather in disorder, having been pulled about before the princess went
to bed, and one left standing on its side.
Opposite this window, on the white wall, is a small shrine or picture,
(I can't see which, for it is in sharp retiring perspective,) with a
lamp before it, and a silver vessel hung from the lamp, looking like
one for holding incense.
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