Charles Robert Leslie (1794–1859) British painter (1794-1859)
Autobiographical Recollections of C. R. Leslie with Selections from his correspondence Ed. Tom Taylor , Ticknor & Fields, Boston 1860
“I wait. I compose myself. My self is a thing I must now compose, as one composes a speech. What I must present is a made thing, not something born”
— Margaret Atwood, book The Handmaid's Tale
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