The further quays, with their innumerable old bookshops and print-shops, the long cases of each of these commodities, exposed on the parapets in especial, must have come to know us almost as well as we knew them; with plot thickening and emotion deepening steadily, however, as we mounted the long, black Rue de Seine-such a stretch of perspective, such an intensity of tone as it offered in those days; where every low-browed Vitrine waylaid us and we moved in a world of which the dark message, expressed in we couldn't have said what sinister way too, might have been Art, art, art, don't you see?
"A Small Boy and Others"
Henry James