Moore, George: Reminiscences of the Impressionist painters (Dublin: Maunsel, 1906)

tures nor museums, but cafes, places where we
can meet and sit up as long as we like, until
at least about two—there must be a limit, else
the exhausted proprietor at the head of his
waiters would come beseeching us to leave
him. That is what used to happen at the
Nouvelle Athenes. We used to walk away
regretfully, or linger still aestheticising at the
kerb. The great days of the Nouvelle
Athenes were passed away when you came
to Paris. You never knew it, but you
were interested in it; you like to hear the
same stories, and you will like to read the
story I have often told you—how I watched
the Impressionists’ art from the beginning,
how I heard it develop in theory about
the marble tables, and how I saw it practised
in the Rue Amsterdam where Manet lived,
and by the banks of the Seine where he went
with Monet to paint. Those men are your
kinsfolk, my dear Steer, and it occurs to me,
therefore, to ask you to accept these few pages
in memory of our long friendship, and my
admiration for your painting.
Always sincerely yours,
G. M.