It is the inclination of the average reader to skip prefaces. For this I do not in the least blame him. Skipping the preface is one of my favorite literary pursuits. To catch me napping a preface must creep up quietly and take me, as it were, unawares. But in this case sundry prefatory remarks became necessary. It was essential that they should be inserted into this volume in order that certain things might be made plain. The questions were: How and where? After giving the matter considerable thought I decided to slip them in right here, included, as they are, with the body of the text and...
It is the inclination of the average reader to skip prefaces. For this I do not in the least blame him. Skipping the preface is one of my favorite lit...
Excerpt from A Plea for Old Cap Collier Fiction From Place To Place Those Times And These Local Color Old Judge Priest Back Home The Escape Of Mr. Trimm Wit and Humor A Plea For Old Cap Collier One Third Off The Abandoned Farmers The Life Of The Party Eating In Two Or Three Languages "Oh Well, You Know How Women Are " Fibele D.D. "Speaking Of Operations - " Europe Revised Roughing It De Luxe Cobb's Bill Of Fare Cobb's Anatomy Miscellany The Thunders Of Silence The Glory Of The Coming Paths Of Glory "Speaking of...
Excerpt from A Plea for Old Cap Collier Fiction From Place To Place Those Times And These Local Color Old Judge Priest Back Home
Excerpt from Back Home: Being the Narrative of Judge Priest and His People After I came North to live it seemed to me, as probably it has seemed to many Southern born men and women that the Southerner of fiction as met with in the North was generally just that - fiction - and nothing else; that in the main he was a figment of the drama and of the story book; a type that had no just claim on existence and yet a type that was currently accepted as a verity. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at...
Excerpt from Back Home: Being the Narrative of Judge Priest and His People After I came North to live it seemed to me, as probably it has seemed t...
Upon a certain gladsome occasion a certain man went into a certain restaurant in a certain large city, being imbued with the idea that he desired a certain kind of food. Expense was with him no object. The coming of the holidays had turned his thoughts backward to the care-free days of boyhood and he longed for the holidaying provender of his youth with a longing that was as wide as a river and as deep as a well.
Upon a certain gladsome occasion a certain man went into a certain restaurant in a certain large city, being imbued with the idea that he desired a ce...
