My Dream by Henry James   In my dream by Henry James there is a sentence: “Stay and comfort your sea companion for a while,” spoken by an aging man to a young one as they dawdle on the terrace of a beachfront hotel.  The young man doesn’t know how to feel—which is often the problem in James, which may have been the problem with James, living, as he said, in the work (“this is the only thing”), shaping his late concerti of almost inaudible ephemerae on the emotional scale.  By 1980, when this dream came to me, the line spoken takes on sexual overtones, especially since as the aging man says it he earnestly presses the young man’s forearm, and in James no exchange…