Claudel

The Investigator is “a disappearing person, no sooner seen than forgotten,” Claudel writes.

Mrs. Claudel if she believed in dreams as much as Hattie and had dreamed that her mother was dead would put on mourning.

Claudel moved that Norwood should be made a member of the committee; and this, of course, was bitterly opposed by the radicals.

But then, a little later, it began to be suspected that she had designs upon Comrade Claudel, the Belgian jeweller.

Adrienne reads aloud to us in the evenings; a man called Claudel; awfully stiff French to follow but rather beautiful.

Claudel, even more remote as a thinker from Nietzsche than Péguy, exhibits a kindred temper in the ingrained violence of his art.