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Full text of “Enoch Soames: a memory of the eighteen-nineties”

But my friend moved not a muscle. Life is web and therein nor warp nor woof is, but web only. It and the noisome spelling and my excitement made me all the slower to grasp what T.

He sat crouched forward, with his elbows squared on the table, and his head just above the level of his hands, staring up at the devil.

If you don’t derive profits, no royalty is due. Anyhow, he cleared his throat and said, “Parlons d’autre chose. But strange how the mind of an essayist, be it never so stricken, roves and ranges! And I hope these words will meet the eye of some contemporary rival to Nupton and be the undoing of Nupton. The news that Soames had an income did take the edge off solicitude.


It was somehow all wrong in itself.

Enoch Soames: A Memory of the Eighteen-Nineties by Sir Max Beerbohm

I found that by murmuring the words aloud a device which I commend to my reader I was able to master them little by little. At thought of Enoch Soames and the myriads of other sufferers eternally in this brute’s dominion, a great cold wrath filled me, and I drew myself up to my full height.

Intolerable was the strain of the slow-passing and empty minutes. I had rather gathered from the preface to ‘Negations’ that you were a–a Catholic. You realize that the reading-room into which Soames was projected by the devil was in all respects precisely as it will be on the afternoon of June 3, Les affaires–you detest them.

I still think so. I had told them I would not order any dinner till Mr. I concentrated my eyes on the paper. As for the craftsmanship, “rouged with rust’ seemed to me a fine stroke, and “nor not” instead of “and” had a curious felicity. This etext was created by Judith Boss, Omaha, Nebraska. He did not sue; he invited: Yet I held tight that barrier of newspaper.

Nupton, publishd bi th Stait, How was I to know that Soames wasn’t another?


You’ve never guessed at the bitterness and loneliness, the”–his voice broke; but presently he resumed, speaking with a force that I had never known in him. His moroseness might have alienated me if I had regarded myself as a nobody.

Holbrook Jackson to the world, I looked eagerly in the index for Soames, Enoch. The chase would be swift, the capture certain.

He seemed not to hear me or even to see me. I remember the sound of carpenters’ hammers all along Piccadilly and the bare chaotic look of the half-erected “stands.


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That’s why I read him here. How do you mean?

But my mot juste fell flat. Better say nothing at all, I thought. Afar, the great grisly background maz what was in store for the poor dear art of letters; here, at the table, fixing on me a gaze that made me hot all over, the poor fellow whom–whom evidently–but no: