This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ...course; as many as you like--And of any sort you like. KATRINA I On the sea-coast. Three young men, Sylvan, Valentine, and Francis. Valentine. Well, I suppose you're out of your fear at last, Sylvan. This land's empty enough; naught here Feminine but the hens, bitches, and cows. Now we are safe! ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ...course; as many as you like--And of any sort you like. KATRINA I On the sea-coast. Three young men, Sylvan, Valentine, and Francis. Valentine. Well, I suppose you're out of your fear at last, Sylvan. This land's empty enough; naught here Feminine but the hens, bitches, and cows. Now we are safe! Francis. Horribly safe; for here, If there are wives at all, they are salted so They have no meaning for the blood, bent things Philosophy allows not to be women. Valentine. But think of the husbands that must spend their nights Alongside skin like bark. It is the men That have the tragedy in these weather'd lands. Francis. No thought of that! We are monks now. And, indeed, This is a cloister that a man could like, This blue-aired space of grassy land, that here, Just as it touches the sea's bitter mood, Is troubled into dunes, as it were thrilled, Like a calm woman trembling against love. Sylvan. Woman again!--How, knowing you, I failed So long to know the truth, I cannot think. Francis. And what's the truth? Sylvan. Woman and love of her Is as a dragging ivy on the growth Of that strong tree, man's nature! Valentine. Yes. But now Tell us a simpler sort of truth. Was she Sylvan. She? Who? Valentine. Katrina, of course: who else, when one Speaks of a she to you? Sylvan. And what about her? Valentine. Was she too cruel to you, or too kind? Sylvan. Ah, there's no hope for men like you; you're sunk Above your consciences in smothering ponds Of sweet imagination, --drowned in woman! Francis. Ay? Clarence and the Malmesey over again; 'Twas a delightful death. Valentine. But you forget, Sylvan, we've come as your disciples here. Sylvan. Yes, to a land where not the least desire Need prey upon your mettle. There are hours A god might gladly take in these..
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Good. Ex-Library, usual stamps and markings. Hardback/Hardcover. Well read copy with some spine wear but still very useable. Quick dispatch from UK seller.
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First Edition. Hardback. No Dust Jacket. 8vo. pp 213. Original publisher's green cloth, lettered and illustrated in red on the front over. Scarce title. Signed by the author on the title page. Slight dulling to lettering at spine and very slight discolouration at the rear, otherwise sound, very good. Decent copy.