where he met an interesting art student named Ned McGeorge. Another new friend from Philadelphia was DeWitt Miller, a middle-aged lyceum lecturer, who collected books and young men. As usual, Stoddard gravitated to Massachusetts, where his hosts included the Theodore Dwights at Kendal Green, the Henry Cabot Lodges at East Point on Nahant, and the architect-poet Edgar Newcombe at North Scituate.
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It was during these years that Stoddard was introduced to Nantucket and Tuckernuck, two islands south of Cape Cod. While he found Nantucket charming, he fell in love with Tuckernuck, which seemed the closest thing to paradise he had ever seen in America. "Tuckanuck," a rambling house that dominated the sparsely populated island, belonged to William Sturgis Bigelow, the rich Bostonian eccentric who had given up medicine to dabble in Buddhism. Only the "elect"and only menwere invited to Bigelow's estate, which Russell Sullivan recalled as sitting "on a high bluff, or sand dune, overlooking the water, with meadowland stretching inward to the south. The Gulf Stream, making in here, gives this place a mild climate of its own, to which the pleasant, traditional dolce far niente life conforms. As there are only male servants, pajamas, or less, are the only wear.'' 22 As Stoddard remembered, it was usually "or less."
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Outdoors, Bigelow encouraged his guests to do as they pleased, whether golf, tennis, tetherball, or swimming. Inside the house, with its smart, all-white sleeping rooms upstairs and a lovely veranda for alfresco dining, Bigelow provided the last word in luxury. There was a sunken Japanese bathtub with a firebox under it, and in the white washroom "a row of white china wash bowls, one for each guest, set at a convenient height for shaving, and a little shelf above with a row of soap dishes containing Pears' soap, also bottles of Pears' Lavender Water, French shampoos and other lotions and shaving creams." 23 Stoddard was so fascinated with "Tuckanuck" that he wrote a series of four articles about it for the Ave Maria, in which he took care to gloss over the pagan and homoerotic aspects and to stress the unearthly beauty of the setting. 24
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Stoddard would also cast his eyes upon the beautifully bronzed physique of a young man whose presence added immeasurably to the enchantment of "Tuckanuck." This was George Cabot Lodgeor "Bay," as he was calledthe son of Senator Lodge, who worked in his father's office by day and wrote poetry by night, and who was considered to be extraordinary by nearly everyone who knew him. Edith Wharton, for
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