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Excerpt from The Trufflers: A Story NO one ever saw his name any more. NO one, he felt certain, ever would see it. He could look back now on the few years of his success in a spirit of awful calm. He felt that he had had genius. But the genius had burned out. All that remained to him was to live for a year or two (or three) watching that total of nearly Six thousand dollars shrink - shrink - and then the end of everything. Well, he would not be the first. One faint faded joy had lately been left to Peter, one sorry reminder of the days when the magical words, the strangely hypnotic words, Eric Mann, had spoken, sung, shouted from half the bill-boards in town. Over beyond Sixth Avenue, hardly five minutes' walk through the Odd tangle of wandering streets, the tenements and ancient landmarks and subway excavations and little triangular breathing places that make up the Greenwich Village of to-day, there had lingered one faded, torn twenty-four-sheet poster, advertising The Buzzard, by Eric Mann. When he was bluest lately, Peter had occasionally walked over there and stood for a while gazing at this lingering vestige of his name. He went over there now, in soft hat and light overcoat, and carrying his heavy cane - hurried over there, in fact - across the Square and on under the Sixth Avenue elevated into that quaint section of the great city which socialists, anarchists, feminists, Freudian psycho-analysts Of self, magazine writers, Jewish intellectuals, sculptors and painters of all nationalities and grades, sex hygiene enthusiasts, theatrical press-agents and various sorts of youth ful experimenters in living Share with the merely poor. He stopped at a familiar spot on the curb by a familiar battered lamp-post and peered across the street. Then he started - and stared. Surprise ran into bewilderment, bewilderment into utter dejection. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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  • Sprog:
  • Engelsk
  • ISBN:
  • 9781542942591
  • Indbinding:
  • Paperback
  • Sideantal:
  • 232
  • Udgivet:
  • 5. februar 2017
  • Størrelse:
  • 189x246x12 mm.
  • Vægt:
  • 422 g.
  • BLACK WEEK
Leveringstid: 8-11 hverdage
Forventet levering: 10. december 2024
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Excerpt from The Trufflers: A Story
NO one ever saw his name any more. NO one, he felt certain, ever would see it. He could look back now on the few years of his success in a spirit of awful calm. He felt that he had had genius. But the genius had burned out. All that remained to him was to live for a year or two (or three) watching that total of nearly Six thousand dollars shrink - shrink - and then the end of everything. Well, he would not be the first.
One faint faded joy had lately been left to Peter, one sorry reminder of the days when the magical words, the strangely hypnotic words, Eric Mann, had spoken, sung, shouted from half the bill-boards in town. Over beyond Sixth Avenue, hardly five minutes' walk through the Odd tangle of wandering streets, the tenements and ancient landmarks and subway excavations and little triangular breathing places that make up the Greenwich Village of to-day, there had lingered one faded, torn twenty-four-sheet poster, advertising The Buzzard, by Eric Mann.
When he was bluest lately, Peter had occasionally walked over there and stood for a while gazing at this lingering vestige of his name.
He went over there now, in soft hat and light overcoat, and carrying his heavy cane - hurried over there, in fact - across the Square and on under the Sixth Avenue elevated into that quaint section of the great city which socialists, anarchists, feminists, Freudian psycho-analysts Of self, magazine writers, Jewish intellectuals, sculptors and painters of all nationalities and grades, sex hygiene enthusiasts, theatrical press-agents and various sorts of youth ful experimenters in living Share with the merely poor.
He stopped at a familiar spot on the curb by a familiar battered lamp-post and peered across the street.
Then he started - and stared. Surprise ran into bewilderment, bewilderment into utter dejection.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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