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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IX. " No man remembered."- Ecclesiastes. entered with some trepidation. He had often heard of the society whose hospitality he was about to share, and knew this modest building in a side-street was a favourite resort of many men whose names were household words - in fact, so many, Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IX. " No man remembered."- Ecclesiastes. entered with some trepidation. He had often heard of the society whose hospitality he was about to share, and knew this modest building in a side-street was a favourite resort of many men whose names were household words - in fact, so many, that it was a little dangerous for a stranger to the club to pass his judgment upon current literature; inasmuch as it was quite upon the cards, the author whom you were condemning might turn out to be the veryperson you were talking to. There was no guarding against this by careful observation, for there was no trusting to appearances. The very first man Ernest saw was a most dignified and intellectual-looking gentleman, whom he regarded with much reverence as being possibly the owner of a world-wide reputation, but who was in fact the porter of the institution; while he was about to give his hat and cane to a squat, common- looking, little man, brushing a coat inside the hall, and hissing over it like an ostler cleaning down a horse. But seeing Mr. Potts march on without removing his black felt, our hero thought it best to follow his example. It was well he did; for the squat, common-looking, little man was a distinguished poet. Mr. Potts pushed on, and opening a green- baize door, the hum of many voices fell onErnest's ear; and he could dimly see, through an opaque but fragrant atmosphere of smoke, a wonderfully snug and cosy room. It was about square, with upholstered benches running round it, broken here and there by an arm-chair, and dotted over with small tables. The walls were covered, from the ceiling to the floor, with all sorts of pictures-the productions of the members of the club; and a few plaster casts of mythological and classic personages stood in various Books, , Days-of-his-Vanity-A-passage-in-the-life-of-a-young-man~~Sydney-Grundy, 999999999, The Days of His Vanity; A Passage in the Life of a Young Man, Sydney Grundy, 0217754023, General Books LLC, , , , , General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9780217754026

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHA… More...

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IX. " No man remembered."- Ecclesiastes. entered with some trepidation. He had often heard of the society whose hospitality he was about to share, and knew this modest building in a side-street was a favourite resort of many men whose names were household words - in fact, so many, Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IX. " No man remembered."- Ecclesiastes. entered with some trepidation. He had often heard of the society whose hospitality he was about to share, and knew this modest building in a side-street was a favourite resort of many men whose names were household words - in fact, so many, that it was a little dangerous for a stranger to the club to pass his judgment upon current literature; inasmuch as it was quite upon the cards, the author whom you were condemning might turn out to be the veryperson you were talking to. There was no guarding against this by careful observation, for there was no trusting to appearances. The very first man Ernest saw was a most dignified and intellectual-looking gentleman, whom he regarded with much reverence as being possibly the owner of a world-wide reputation, but who was in fact the porter of the institution; while he was about to give his hat and cane to a squat, common- looking, little man, brushing a coat inside the hall, and hissing over it like an ostler cleaning down a horse. But seeing Mr. Potts march on without removing his black felt, our hero thought it best to follow his example. It was well he did; for the squat, common-looking, little man was a distinguished poet. Mr. Potts pushed on, and opening a green- baize door, the hum of many voices fell onErnest's ear; and he could dimly see, through an opaque but fragrant atmosphere of smoke, a wonderfully snug and cosy room. It was about square, with upholstered benches running round it, broken here and there by an arm-chair, and dotted over with small tables. The walls were covered, from the ceiling to the floor, with all sorts of pictures-the productions of the members of the club; and a few plaster casts of mythological and classic personages stood in various Books, , Days-of-his-Vanity-A-passage-in-the-life-of-a-young-man~~Sydney-Grundy, , , , , , , , , , General Books LLC<