| 81 | Author: | Woolf, Virginia | Add | | Title: | Night and Day | | | Published: | 1998 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | IT was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with
many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery
was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was
thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little
barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning
and this rather subdued moment, and played with the things
one does voluntarily and normally in the daylight. But
although she was silent, she was evidently mistress of a
situation which was familiar enough to her, and inclined to let it
take its way for the six hundredth time, perhaps, without
bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties. A single
glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilbery was so rich in
the gifts which make tea-parties of elderly distinguished
people successful, that she scarcely needed any help from her
daughter, provided that the tiresome business of teacups and
bread and butter was discharged for her. | | Similar Items: | Find |
82 | Author: | Zerbe, J. S. | Add | | Title: | Aeroplanes | | | Published: | 1998 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | THE "SCIENCE" OF AVIATION.—It may be
doubted whether there is such a thing as a "science
of aviation." Since Langley, on May 6,
1896, flew a motor-propelled tandem monoplane
for a minute and an half, without a pilot, and the
Wright Brothers in 1903 succeeded in flying a
bi-plane with a pilot aboard, the universal opinion
has been, that flying machines, to be successful,
must follow the structural form of birds, and
that shape has everything to do with flying. | | Similar Items: | Find |
89 | Author: | Boethius | Add | | Title: | The Consolation of Philosophy (Trans. W.V. Cooper, 1902) | | | Published: | 1998 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | 'To pleasant songs my work was erstwhile
given, and bright were all my labours then;
but now in tears to sad refrains am I
compelled to turn. Thus my maimed Muses guide
my pen, and gloomy songs make no feigned tears
bedew my face. Then could no fear so
overcome to leave me companionless upon my way.
They were the pride of my earlier bright-lived
days: in my later gloomy days they are the
comfort of my fate; for hastened by
unhappiness has age come upon me without warning,
and grief hath set within me the old age of her
gloom. White hairs are scattered untimely on
my head, and the skin hangs loosely from my
worn-out limbs. | | Similar Items: | Find |
90 | Author: | Brawley, Benjamin | Add | | Title: | The Negro in American Fiction | | | Published: | 1998 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | Ever since Sydney Smith sneered at American books a hundred years ago, honest critics
have asked themselves if the literature of the United States was not really open to the charge of
provincialism. Within the last year or two the argument has been very much revived; and an
English critic, Mr. Edward Garnett, writing in "The Atlantic Monthly," has pointed out that with
our predigested ideas and made-to-order fiction we not only discourage individual genius but
make it possible for the multitude to think only such thoughts as have passed through a sieve.
Our most popular novelists, and sometimes our most respectable writers, see only the sensation
that is uppermost for the moment in the mind of the crowd, — divorce, graft, tainted meat or
money, — and they proceed to cut the cloth of their fiction accordingly. Mr. Owen Wister, a
"regular practitioner" of the novelist's art, in substance admitting the weight of these charges,
lays the blame on our crass democracy which utterly refuses to do its own thinking and which is
satisfied only with the tinsel and gewgaws and hobbyhorses of literature. And no theme has
suffered so much from the coarseness of the mob-spirit in literature as that of the Negro. | | Similar Items: | Find |
97 | Author: | Burroughs, Edgar Rice, 1875-1950 | Add | | Title: | The Chessmen of Mars | | | Published: | 1998 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | SHEA had just beaten me at chess, as usual, and, also as
usual, I had gleaned what questionable satisfaction I might
by twitting him with this indication of failing mentality by
calling his attention to the nth time to that theory,
propounded by certain scientists, which is based upon the
assertion that phenomenal chess players are always found to
be from the ranks of children under twelve, adults over
seventy-two or the mentally defective — a theory that is lightly
ignored upon those rare occasions that I win. Shea had gone
to bed and I should have followed suit, for we are always
in the saddle here before sunrise; but instead I sat there
before the chess table in the library, idly blowing smoke at
the dishonored head of my defeated king. | | Similar Items: | Find |
99 | Author: | Cahan, Abraham | Add | | Title: | The Younger Russian Writers | | | Published: | 1998 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | RUSSIAN critics never cease lamenting the dearth of good
literature. Turgeneff, Dostoyevsky, Pisemsky, Goncharoff, and
Pomialovsky are dead; Tolstoy, the only survivor of the great
constellation of the sixties and seventies, is a very old man and has
"sworn off;" while the younger generation of novelists has so far failed to
produce a single work of lasting value. The productions of the masters
were inspired by the noble enthusiasms of their time: they were the
æsthetic offspring of the abolitionist movement and of the
renaissance which followed the emancipation of the serfs. "Does the
poverty of our literature of to-day denote a lack of ideals?" ask the critics. | | Similar Items: | Find |
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