Louis Wain Fact #46:
At one of his last spells of the odd dreams and fixations that permeated his childhood, in 1974 he finally found solace in simple stories detailing the lives of the Native Americans. It impacted him and made him “A child again, roaming the parks, trying to follow tracks over the grass, just as the Indians did.”
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And the branches are rustling a murmurous rune,
The Owls sit in council, like prophets of Fate,
Discussing grave questions of Kingdom and State.
They wink and they blink, and they blink and they wink,
Till midnight grows black and commands them to flit
With a “Shoo! To-whoo!” and a “Whirr! Tu-whit!”