He was great in his genius; unhappy in his life; wretched in his death. But in his fame he is immortal.
From a memorial erected in Edgar Allen Poe's honor by a New York dramatist society because Poe's folks (whom he never really knew) were actors.
Posting by cameraphone from Richmond, VA where our excursion to the Poe Museum, coupled with our previous experience at the Writer's Museum in Dublin, has given Mr. Hoo all the evidence he needs to coax me *away* from museums dedicated to writers in the future.
As much as I want to love them.
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