Lost trumpet
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CHAPTER THE TENTH
c “What can a modern of the twentieth century do,
then, to reach his essential self, and be that self ?” ’
Subchapter i
“yT seems,” said Pelagueya, “almost as insanitary
X as our afternoon’s tour.”
“The first few lines had told me that,” I agreed.
We sat at tea in the Esbekieh Gardens, with the
unauthentically cheerful hum of the tourist life about
us, and the greenery of the Garden, a litde tarnished
by the late sun, still a cool and refreshing panache.
And in front of Pelagueya, propped up against the
water-jug, was the book the mad triumvir had thrust
upon me in the Wagh el Berka. I had read a litde
of it and then had had it abstracted by Pelagueya,
who ate crisp cakes with coconut in them and drank
a cup of the horrid Cairene tea and inquired into the
outlook of Esdras Quaritch upon the world.
“You know, I’ve heard of him before.”
I nodded to that, recalling readings in belated
literary journals that had found their way from
Europe. “So have I, though this is the first book
of his I have met. And it, you will note, though in
English is printed in Italy. Another of his books
was banned in England, and for America the boy
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c “What can a modern of the twentieth century do,
then, to reach his essential self, and be that self ?” ’
Subchapter i
“yT seems,” said Pelagueya, “almost as insanitary
X as our afternoon’s tour.”
“The first few lines had told me that,” I agreed.
We sat at tea in the Esbekieh Gardens, with the
unauthentically cheerful hum of the tourist life about
us, and the greenery of the Garden, a litde tarnished
by the late sun, still a cool and refreshing panache.
And in front of Pelagueya, propped up against the
water-jug, was the book the mad triumvir had thrust
upon me in the Wagh el Berka. I had read a litde
of it and then had had it abstracted by Pelagueya,
who ate crisp cakes with coconut in them and drank
a cup of the horrid Cairene tea and inquired into the
outlook of Esdras Quaritch upon the world.
“You know, I’ve heard of him before.”
I nodded to that, recalling readings in belated
literary journals that had found their way from
Europe. “So have I, though this is the first book
of his I have met. And it, you will note, though in
English is printed in Italy. Another of his books
was banned in England, and for America the boy
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| The books of Lewis Grassic Gibbon > Lost trumpet > (128) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205191141 |
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| Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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| Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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| Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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