Zuleika Dobson, Or An Oxford Love Story (International Collectors Library)
A 1911 novel by means of Max Beerbohm, a satire of undergraduate existence at Oxford in the course of the Edwardian period. Zuleika is a tender femme fatale who enthralls the complete undergraduate institution at Oxford. each younger guy who sees her falls in love and she or he completely enjoys their realization. This satire comprises the well-known line "Death cancels all engagements" and provides a corrosive view of Oxford at the moment.
Its chilly splendour and insouciance. yet he knew that for him there has been no returning. His boats have been burnt. The Cytherean babes had set their torches to that flotilla, and it had blazed like match-wood. at the isle of the enchantress he used to be stranded for ever. For ever stranded at the isle of an enchantress who might don't have anything to do with him! What, he questioned, can be performed in so piteous a main issue? There appeared to be classes. One was once to pine slowly and painfully away. the opposite. ..
This I shall have taken a step which. . ." basically it was once useless to hunt distraction in my previous university. I floated out into the untenanted meadows. Over them used to be the standard coverlet of white vapour, trailed from the Isis correct as much as Merton Wall. The odor of those meadows' moisture is the smell of Oxford. Even in preferred midday, one feels that the sunlight has now not dried THEM. continually there's moisture drifting throughout them, drifting into the universities. It, one suspects, should have had a lot to do with the.
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The wine-glass the Duke poured the draught of salvation, after which, elevating it aloft, he seemed round at his fore-runners and in an organization voice cried "Gentlemen, I provide you with Nellie O'Mora, the fairest witch that ever used to be or will be." He tired his glass, heaved the deep sigh of a double pride, brushed aside with a look the thinking about Barrett, and sat down. He was once happy in order to face Nellie with a transparent sense of right and wrong. Her eyes weren't much less unhappy now, however it looked as if it would him that their unhappiness got here.
His with a suspicion so cruelly pointed that he back floundered and gave in. All adown these empty different tables gleamed the undisturbed cutlery, and the vegetation within the pots innocently bloomed. And all adown both wall, unneeded yet undisbanded, the scouts remained. many of the elder ones stood with closed eyes and heads sunk ahead, on occasion jerking themselves erect, and blinking round, brooding about, remembering. And for it slow this scene used to be regarded down on by way of a no longer disinterested.