A FEW YEARS ago the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York had an exhibition of the works of the Pre-Raphaelite painter Edward Burne-Jones and his friend and colleague William Morris. In their own time these two highly sensuous and imaginative men did more than most to preserve the human soul in an era of industrial and mechanistic development.
I was reluctant to visit the exhibition, because I don’t enjoy being elbow-to-elbow with my neighbours viewing remarkable works of art. Besides, my wife is a serious painter and art professor who places Burne-Jones quite low on her list of artists. She ...
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