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Patchwork. E-book. Formato PDF Beverley Nichols   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

It is the custom of novelists to-day, even when writing obviously of public men or women, glibly to inform their readers that these characters are entirely imaginary. Whether such a fiction expresses a secret wish that they had indeed been creatures of the brain and not' of the ?esh, I do not know. I would merely say that it is not a fiction in which I would myself in dalge. It would have been quite impossible, in writing of that university from which I have so recently and so reluctantly departed, to banish from my memory the figures which coloured its stage so vividly, to try to shut from my ears the echo of their laughter and their talk. And so I may as well admit that a few a very few — of the characters in this book are founded on fact. Where this has been the case I have been scrupulous that the persons concerned should read the manuscript before it was published. In no case has any objection been raised. Raymond Sheldon, however, the chief figure (he would have hated to be called a is, to the best of my knowledge, an imaginary character. It is true that he did many things which I myself did, but he did them in quite a different way; and though I admire him very much, I do not approve of all his actions.

Prelude: A Novel. E-book. Formato PDF Beverley Nichols   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

Paul looked in the glass and laughed hopelessly. He heard his mother's footsteps going drearily down the stairs; a door slammed in the distance, and all was silent again. He stayed very still, and was half mesmerized by the sound of the gas just above his head. It made a monotonous noise that was hoarse and sickly, but perhaps it was better to have that than no noise at all. Paul felt he wanted noise; he wanted to scream, but his tongue was tied and his throat was choked. The window blind flapped out sullenly into the room and relapsed back against the wall, and only the weary sound of the gas broke the silence.This was his last day at home. It was rather hard to realize - this day that he had been dreading for years was here at last, and he had only a few more hours of freedom. With all his soul-Paul had fought against going to school, but it had been no good. "You must go; you'll love it when you get there," his relations had said.