Juli 11, 2010
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But after all, the only clubs where any thing like fellowship exists are the dandy ones of Crockford’s, White’s, and the Travellers; the glittering arid particles of those useless sandbanks, being indurated into something resembling substance only by their want … Weiterlesen
Februar 8, 2010
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So many centuries have elapsed since Solomon informed the human kind there was ‘a time for all things,’ , that the axiom seems hardly worth repeating. Yet, which of us fails to rehearse it, on occasion of all the contre-temps … Weiterlesen
September 14, 2009
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There is a noble German ballad, written (if we remember rightly}- by a certain Von Zedlitz (Powder), which describes, with all the weird imagination of a Doré, how at the twelfth hour of the night a little ghostly drummer once … Weiterlesen
Januar 4, 2009
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Your tales of Men and manners; facts, home facts, Have you of these, Sir? I’m familiar with them. The design which I imparted to you a month or two since, of unfolding some of our mysteries and feelings, has it … Weiterlesen
Mai 11, 2008
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I have some naked thoughts that rove about, And loudly knock to have their passage out. I HAVE sometimes looked at the outside of your book, as it lay on our table at WHITE’S, (huddled among the other periodical things, … Weiterlesen