Mr. Reinhart has, of course, interpreted many a fictive scene--he has been repeatedly called upon to make the novel and the story visible.
Its grossness must be transposed, as it were, to a fictive scale, a scale of fainter tints and generalized signs.
Lady John was in love with him and had kicked up, to save her credit, the dust of a fictive relation with another man--the relation one of mere artifice and the man one in her encouragement of whom nobody would believe.
Likewise I am tender-hearted enough to be capable of shedding tears of pity and sympathy over young Hugh on the threshold of fictive art--and with the long and awful vista of large production in a largely producing world before him.
That is the fault of all fictive writing now, it seems to me--that and the inordinate abuse of dialogue--though this but one effect of the not squeezing.
There was something Oriental, fictive in it all, and when at the end of the day I found myself a guest in a pleasant cottage at the Agency, I was fully awake to the contrasts of my "material.
I was for the time entirely the historian, with little time to dream of the fictive material with which my memory was filled.
If it can be made so much like a work of fiction that the subject sketched serves the purposes of a fictive hero, why then--maybe.
To read is not so much to look from an outside place at a fictive representation of existence as to be participant in such a piece of life--to feel as if you were living the story.
My trained and fictive eye is regarding her, but maybe she is like an impressionist painting, better seen at a little distance.
I invited you, of all the men of my vast acquaintance, because I hoped your trained and fictive eye would see and appreciate her.
Mrs. Oliphant is another of the conductors of fictive Cook's tours through heaven and hell, after the fashion started by Dante and Milton, and modernized by Mrs. Ward.
This fictive sermon on dual nature, the ascendence of evil over the nobler soul if it be indulged, seems yet an appallingly real story of human life.
And it is notable that Browning, though he acquiesces in the fictive date, yet conveys to us, so definitely that it must be with intention, the effect of summer weather.
I question if there is another fictiveutterance to surpass this one in authenticity.
The Countess Rossi is as clearly fitted to be the heroine of a memoir of real life, as she is of being the heroine of a lyrical drama on the fictive scene.
Such was her proficiency in her art, that her parents no longer saw the same danger in allowing their offspring to tread the fictive scene.
In a sense A Son of the Middle Border supersedes the fictive versions of the same material; they are the original documents and the Son the final redaction and commentary.
