Tiny Houses

An example of when prose is so musical you can use it as a lyric, in this case a October 5, 1899 William James letter. The music is AI-generated with words more spoken that sung. I think it works well. What would James think? I like the dead-pan elocution of the word "tiny".

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10/5/1899

Letter to Mrs. Henry Whitman:            

...The land is bathed in greenish-yellow light and misty drizzle of rain. The little town, with its miniature brick walls and houses and nooks and coves and gardens, makes a curiously vivid and quaint picture, alternately suggesting English, Dutch, and Japanese effects that one has seen in pictures, all exceedingly tiny....

The land is bathed
In greenish-yellow light
And misty drizzle of rain
The little town
With its houses and coves
Curiously vivid and quaint
English, Dutch, and Japanese effects
All exceedingly tiny