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- Author: Max Beerbohm
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 32
- ISBN-10: 1544619472
- ISBN-13: 9781544619477
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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There, on that October evening-there, in that exuberant vista of gilding and crimson velvet set amidst all those opposing mirrors and upholding caryatids, with fumes of tobacco ever rising to the painted and pagan ceiling, and with the hum of presumably cynical conversation broken into so sharply now and again by the clatter of dominoes shuffled on marble tables, I drew a deep breath and, "This indeed," said I to myself, "is life!" (Forgive me that theory. Remember the waging of even the South African War was not yet.) It was the hour before dinner. We drank vermuth. Those who knew Rothenstein were pointing him out to those who knew him only by name.
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- Author: Max Beerbohm
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 32
- ISBN-10: 1544619472
- ISBN-13: 9781544619477
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
There, on that October evening-there, in that exuberant vista of gilding and crimson velvet set amidst all those opposing mirrors and upholding caryatids, with fumes of tobacco ever rising to the painted and pagan ceiling, and with the hum of presumably cynical conversation broken into so sharply now and again by the clatter of dominoes shuffled on marble tables, I drew a deep breath and, "This indeed," said I to myself, "is life!" (Forgive me that theory. Remember the waging of even the South African War was not yet.) It was the hour before dinner. We drank vermuth. Those who knew Rothenstein were pointing him out to those who knew him only by name.
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