...landscape that he describes looks suspiciously like Carlyle's Scotland and Byron's Cheltenham: "There, many a sunset, have I, looking at the distant western...Mountains, consumed, not without relish, my evening meal" (SR, p. 93). Both undergo a crisis of identity in their early adolescence when they are suddenly alienated...

...still more easily if Father Andreas would set up the pruning-ladder, my porringer was placed : there, many a sunset, have I, looking at the distant western...hush of World's expectation as Day died, were still a Hehrew Speech for me ; nevertheless I was looking at the fair illuminated Letters, and had an eye for...