ABSTRACT
Now it is part of the ideality of the highest sort of dramatic poetry, that it presents us with a kind of profoundly significant and animated instants [sic], a mere gesture, a look, a smile, perhaps — some brief and wholly concrete moment — into which, however, all the motives, all the interests and effects of a long history, have condensed themselves, and which seem to absorb past and future in an intense consciousness of the present….
