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      By Admin on December 01, 2012 with 01 Commnets

      Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aliquam viverra convallis auctor. Sed accumsan libero quis mi commodo et suscipit enim lacinia. Morbi rutrum vulputate est sed faucibus. Nulla sed nisl mauris, id tristique tortor. Sed iaculis dapibus urna nec dictum. Proin non enim odio. [...]There is something there, said Shaw, nodding in the direction of the sofa, that should interest you, I think.

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      By Admin on December 01, 2012 with 01 Commnets

      Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aliquam viverra convallis auctor. Sed accumsan libero quis mi commodo et suscipit enim lacinia. Morbi rutrum vulputate est sed faucibus. Nulla sed nisl mauris, id tristique tortor. Sed iaculis dapibus urna nec dictum. Proin non enim odio. [...]Northcliffes away, he said, buying forests in Newfoundland to make paper with. However, hell be back in a week or two, and in the meantime Ill write you a letter to give to him. And now well take a taxi and see people.

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      By Admin on December 01, 2012 with 01 Commnets

      Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aliquam viverra convallis auctor. Sed accumsan libero quis mi commodo et suscipit enim lacinia. Morbi rutrum vulputate est sed faucibus. Nulla sed nisl mauris, id tristique tortor. Sed iaculis dapibus urna nec dictum. Proin non enim odio. [...]In March, 1914, I went to Athens for a holiday. Something brave and wonderful in that city, some ancient Bacchic madness, some fierce exaltation of soul took hold of me, and I remember sitting down one night, after a visit to fever-stricken Eleusis, to write to Harris, feeling the necessity of expressing myself to one who would understand. The reader may be amused that I should think Harris akin to ancient Greece, but if the reader is amused he does not know Harris. Only A. R. Orage is more Greek in spirit than he is. In reply Harris wrote at great 44length, full of the fervour of a young student. He told me that in his young manhood he had spent a year of study in that wonderful city, and urged me to visit him on my return to England.

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      By Admin on December 01, 2012 with 01 Commnets

      Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aliquam viverra convallis auctor. Sed accumsan libero quis mi commodo et suscipit enim lacinia. Morbi rutrum vulputate est sed faucibus. Nulla sed nisl mauris, id tristique tortor. Sed iaculis dapibus urna nec dictum. Proin non enim odio. [...]Here, said he, is a blank-verse poem entitled How I felt at 8.45 A.M. on June 8, 1909, having partaken of Breakfast. Would you like to read it?

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      November 11 ,2012It used to be very charming to go to one of these cathedrals early each autumn, drink cider, listen to music six hours a day, walk by the river, have jolly rags in the hotel at night, and come home again at the end of a week or ten days. September is a tired month, I always think ... if not tired, a little languorous.... It has many days in which one wants to walk about just quietly, enjoying being alive. It would be wrong to fuss and work really hard. I suppose that in all those wonderful places in which I have spent so many happy weeksWorcester, Lincoln, Gloucester, Hereford, Norwichpeople ruminate and browse at all times. Certainly I have seen them browsing in herds in September days. I once watched the Bishop of Hereford browsing. He stood perfectly still and seemed to be contemplating and measuring and gently wondering about the growth of a healthy nasturtium.

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      November 11 ,2012Our conversation, a little halting at first, began to flow quite easily when I mentioned her Autobiography and asked her why she had not issued a second volume.

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      November 11 ,2012Yvette Guilbert!... Yvette Guilbert! I suppose that only a writer who really can write can say anything useful or dignified about this most wonderful woman.... And yet I must try. Do you remember that extraordinary breath-catching passage in Villette where Charlotte Brontë describes the acting of VashtiVashti who was RachelVashti who went to London when Charlotte loved Hger?... That, I always think, was a great event. Little Currer Bell, with her most modest mind and her most proud heart, sitting, so breathlessly, on one side of the footlights, and Rachel walking from the wings, beyond the footlights, and, like an empress, speaking, thinking like an empress, and, like a veritable woman, loving and hating.... Do you remember that passage? If you do, perhaps you will think, as I do, that, after all, only women can write of women. Did not Jane Austen create Elizabeth Bennet? And who was it who wrote the Sonnets from the Portuguese? And even, after all, Aphra Behn ... well, she knew something about women, didnt she?

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