Sir Edward Marsh, Eddie to his friends, calls to mind, after reading several books and portraits of him, the image of a room dwarfed by books, piled high on chairs and sofa, various tables of different dimensions, and every invadable surface; pictures hung closely by each other as walls and several more frames nailed to the door. Such an image dwelt in the mind of visitors from Basil Dean (107) in 1912 to Christopher Hassall (
Ambrosia xiv) in 1934, together with Marsh's signature tufted ey…
