I'm reminded here of Louisa May Alcott's story about the children who put beans up their noses.
Susan Cheever is the author of numerous works of fiction and nonfiction, most recently Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography.
That honor must surely go to the death of Beth in Louisa May Alcott's Little Women.
Miss Alcott wished to have most of her letters destroyed, and her sister respected her wishes.
Mr. Alcott interrupted him with delight and said, "My daughter Louisa wrote that."
In 1852 he returned to Concord and purchased a small house which had once been the residence of the philosopher Alcott.
There she met Mr. Alcott and engaged to teach in his school in Boston.
Treating life as a grand epic poem, the philosophic Alcott forgets that Homer must nod or we should all fall asleep.
Miss Alcott's Mephistopheles is even capable of generous impulses.
In a private note, Mr. Emerson urged Mr. Alcott to give up his school, as the people of Boston were not worthy of him.