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Feeling his need for such a book as this

I wrote the вАЬInfant AestheteвАЭ for

my little Esau

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Patricia PenfoldвАЩs preface

Fresh

from the publishers

the вАЬauthorвАЩs

copyвАЭ

circulating at the small

and informal reception

for wiseacres and waisted-women

вАЬTo viewвАЭ

Esau and his authoress

in their accurate draperies

for Lady Bliss

вАЩs classical costume ball

The boy

one bare arm

thrust through a gossamer

toga

of Tyrian rose

is holding out an orb

вАФThere is a portrait of him in that pose

labelled вАЬEsau holding an orbвАЭ

The guests

spreading their gleaming

faces

forward

to convey

that they

remember nothing since the Garden of Eden

the garish innocence

of adult guilt

in the presence of children

One takes the little Esau on his knee

to listen to his watch

and absentmindedly

discourses

on the differential calculus

while an African explorer

explains how easily

he might catch lions if he wished

вАЬIt only needs kindness and a turn of the wristвАЭ

The matrons

shaking their bustles

with a slight impatience

that one so singled out as he

by British culture

might gain

competitively

on their own offspring

decide to вАЬput themselvesвАЭ

upon the order list

for вАЬInfant AesthetesвАЭ

The fire

flicks from the

fifteenth-century

andirons

and the ruby eyes

of Buddha

On treasures of Tibet

the вАЬtrouseredвАЭ draperies

of a wood faced Virgin from the Netherlands

The golden wings

of Florentine angels

and a piece of Ming

вАЬEverythingвАЭ as the five year old Esau

suavely smiles

to a professor of anthropology

вАЬto delight the heart of a childвАЭ

In the Penfold residence

on Ridover Square