If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians.
Meaning of the quote
This quote from American novelist H.P. Lovecraft shows what he thinks an ideal world would be like. He wants a country like England, but with the passion and creativity of the Elizabethan era, the good taste and culture of the Georgian era, and the refinement and high moral standards of the Victorian era. He believes these different time periods in England had the best qualities that could create a perfect world if combined.
About H. P. Lovecraft
H.P. Lovecraft was an American author known for his influential works in the horror, science fiction, and fantasy genres. Born in Providence, Rhode Island, Lovecraft’s personal philosophy of “cosmicism” and his tales of strange creatures from the depths of the unknown have made him a celebrated figure in the literary world, despite his relative obscurity during his lifetime.
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