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And thus the omission found by me was an all the deadlier record of poor Soames’s failure to enocj himself on his decade.
You realize, therefore, that on that afternoon, when it comes round, there the selfsame crowd will be, and there Soames will be, punctually, he and they doing precisely what they did slames. I’m afraid I found it rather a depressing place. Harland paused in the midst of his characteristic stride around the room, threw up his hands toward the ceiling, and groaned aloud: How would it be if you caught the Paris express from Charing Cross? The devil had made as though to stretch forth his hand across the table, but he paused in his gesture.
He wore spectacles that flashed more than any other pair ever seen. Had I known that he really ssoames firmly believed in the greatness of what he as an artist had achieved, I might not have shunned him. They made a queer contrast in that sunlit room, Soames sitting haggard in that hat and cape, which nowhere at any season had I seen him doff, and this other, this keenly vital man, at sight of whom I more than ever wondered whether he were a diamond merchant, a conjurer, or the head of a private detective agency.
After the allotted time has expired, Soames will be returned to their present date and location, but at the same time of evening as his departure from the future, and the Devil will then collect his payment.
I said that the preparations for the Jubilee made London impossible. Two, three centuries hence, perhaps–” “Yes,” his voice came; “I’ve thought of that. This law graven on the tablets brought down by Whistler from the summit of Fuji-yama imposed certain limitations. John Lane had beerbojm, by this time, two little books of mine, and they had had a pleasant little success of esteem.
The devil looked at his watch. He was Paris in Oxford. Fame had breathed on him.
I did not, when the time came, quite see that. He is where he is and forever. I concentrated my eyes on the paper. But everybody else was. I pondered Ann’s fate, the cause of her sudden vanishing from the ken of her boy friend; and presently I blamed myself for letting the past override the present. For his sake, poor fellow, I should be inclined to keep my pen out of the ink. Our beerohm had half risen from his place. The self-obsessed Soames beeerbohm deeply depressed, consumed with the belief that he is an unrecognised great author and, despite his complete failure so far, keenly curious about his “certain” posthumous fame.
Enoch Soames: A Memory of the Eighteen-Nineties by Sir Max Beerbohm
But there was no need for vindictiveness. It is printed in English, but in a phonetic spelling and with modified pronunciation, both of which had apparently evolved during the intervening century.
Nevertheless, I did, a day or two later, tentatively ask Harland if he knew anything of the work of a man called Enoch Soames. I sadly suspect that Soames could not have made more of it than she.
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beerbom In this little restaurant-sans-facon–might I, as the phrase is, cut in? I thought the author of “Fungoids” did, unconsciously of course, owe something to the young Parisian decadents or to the young English ones who owed something to THEM. That will give you almost five hours. The poet meditated on this suggestion, but said he rather thought of giving the book maxx title at all. They are not much. The fact that people are going to stare at him and follow him around and seem afraid of him, can be explained only on the hypothesis that they will somehow have been prepared for his ghostly visitation.
These were to be published from the Bodley Head, London. The more I think of it, the more detestable the devil seems to me. It’s a horrible truth. Might it not rather indicate the depth of his meaning? I wouldn’t have lifted a little finger to save Faust. All the modern books I saw were phonetic.
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Subscriptions to our paper newsletter go to BU. One day, in the first week of June,that illusion went. I spent most of the long evening in renewed appeals to Soames to come away and seek refuge somewhere. It suggests something of the quality of the poems–strange growths, natural and wild, yet exquisite,” he added, “and many-hued, and full of poisons.
There was, I felt, quite a swing about that first stanza–a joyous and rollicking note of comradeship. Life is web and xoames nor warp nor woof is, but web only.