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Figlio del teologo Henry James Sr, fratello del filosofo William James e della scrittrice Alice James, Henry James fu una figura chiave del realismo letterario del XIX secolo, scrittore e critico tra i più importanti tra Ottocento e Novecento. Nacque a New York nel 1843 e venne educato in America, ma visse anche a Parigi, a Londra e nel Sussex. Morì a Londra nel 1916. Dell’autore, Elliot ha pubblicato il romanzo Gli ambasciatori (2016), gli scritti di viaggio Una vacanza romana e altri scritti (2016) e il racconto L’umiliazione dei Northmore (2017).
The real thing. E-book. Formato EPUB ebook
EBOOK   9788822868725

The real thing. E-book. Formato EPUB Henry James   -  Pubme, 2016  - 

When the porter’s wife (she used to answer the house-bell), announced “A gentleman—with a lady, sir,” I had, as I often had in those days, for the wish was father to the thought, an immediate vision of sitters. Sitters my visitors in this case proved to be; but not in the sense I should have preferred. However, there was nothing at first to indicate that they might not have come for a portrait. The gentleman, a man of fifty, very high and very straight, with a moustache slightly grizzled and a dark grey walking-coat admirably fitted, both of which I noted professionally—I don’t mean as a barber or yet as a tailor—would have struck me as a celebrity if celebrities often were striking. It was a truth of which I had for some time been conscious that a figure with a good deal of frontage was, as one might say, almost never a public institution. A glance at the lady helped to remind me of this paradoxical law: she also looked too distinguished to be a “personality.” Moreover one would scarcely come across two variations together.

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The real thing. E-book. Formato Mobipocket ebook
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The real thing. E-book. Formato Mobipocket Henry James   -  Pubme, 2016  - 

When the porter’s wife (she used to answer the house-bell), announced “A gentleman—with a lady, sir,” I had, as I often had in those days, for the wish was father to the thought, an immediate vision of sitters. Sitters my visitors in this case proved to be; but not in the sense I should have preferred. However, there was nothing at first to indicate that they might not have come for a portrait. The gentleman, a man of fifty, very high and very straight, with a moustache slightly grizzled and a dark grey walking-coat admirably fitted, both of which I noted professionally—I don’t mean as a barber or yet as a tailor—would have struck me as a celebrity if celebrities often were striking. It was a truth of which I had for some time been conscious that a figure with a good deal of frontage was, as one might say, almost never a public institution. A glance at the lady helped to remind me of this paradoxical law: she also looked too distinguished to be a “personality.” Moreover one would scarcely come across two variations together.

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