Little What's-His-Name. Scenes and Fancies

Little What's-His-Name. Scenes and Fancies

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... recopy my poem with his own hand; and at every verse, there were cries of admiration and transports of enthusiasm. But I had less confidence in my work; Jacques was too fond of me, and I mistrusted him. I should have liked to have my poem read by some impartial and trustworthy person. The trouble was that I knew nobody. Nevertheless, at the creamery, opportunities had not been wanting for me to make acquaintances. Since we had been better off, I had eaten at the"1 table-d'h6te in the back room. There were some twenty young men there, writers, painters, architects, or, rather, the seed from which these were to grow. To-day the seed has borne fruit; some of these young men have become famous, and when I see their names in the newspapers, it breaks my heart, for I myself am nobody. At my appearance at their table, all these young fellows received me with open arms; but as I was too shy to take part in their discussions, they soon forgot me, and I was as much alone in the midst of all of them as at my little table in the public room. I listened, but I did not talk. Once a week, we had at dinner with us a very famous poet whose name I can no longer recollect, but whom the young men called Baghavat, after the title of one of his poems. On those days we drank Bordeaux at eighteen sous a bottle; and at dessert, the great Baghavat recited an Indian poem. Indian poems were his specialty. He had one entitled Lakqamana, another Daqaratha, another Kalat$ala, another BJiagiratha, and then fudra, Cunoctpa, Viqvamitra, etc; but the finest of all was Baghavat. Ah, when the poet recited Baghavat, it brought down the house in the back room 1 They shouted, stamped, and got up on tables. I had at my right a little architect with a red nose, who sobbed at more

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  • Paperback | 110 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 213g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236653289
  • 9781236653284