To me the purpose of art is to produce something alive…but with a separate, and of course one hopes, with an everlasting life of its own.
October 29, 1905: British author Henry Green’s laconically-titled novels include the books Living, Loving, and Party Going. The son of a wealthy industrialist, he oversaw a family factory while producing books that fellow writers such as W.H. Auden and Eudora Welty admired immensely. He was born 108 years ago today.