Eakins covers

”[…] Eakins never had anything but the greatest contempt for his jacket covers. The highest praise he ever gave a book cover was an expression of casual disdain, even though only the finest design artists the world had to offer were employed by his publishers. One understands his sentiment, however. As soon as one opens to the first page of any of his books, one realizes how pathetically the cover’s image—no matter how attractive or evocative it once seemed—pales in comparison to the richness of his prose.”