Search -
Dearlove; The History of Her Summer's Makebelieve
Dearlove The History of Her Summer's Makebelieve Author:Frances Campbell General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1906 Original Publisher: Hodder and Stoughton Subjects: English fiction History / General Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing... more » text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER VIII CRACKERS AND SQUAKS THAT afternoon was a continuation of many other happy afternoons for Reggie. Many long dreamy days, passed within sound of the murmuring sea, in the company of his hero and Dearlove. Mamie, Nesta, and Ganpa were all beautiful accessories to his dream, but Chris was the central figure round which all revolved, with Dearlove a lesser and more lovely star in his narrow firmament. There are people whom to know is to care little for. There is the common intimacy which breeds contempt, but with these knowledge brought only a greater love and increasing admiration. Reggie's life had been singularly lonely. It comprised brief, transient glimpses of the brilliant and lovely woman with the cruel mouth, whom he knew was his mother. Times when he realized to the fullest extent that bitterness of soul, thathunted fear, which beset the poetical dreaming, beauty-loving soul, pent in a weak, suffering and deformed body. Reggie in ais little life had drained the cup of suffering to the uttermost dregs, because he was, as Ganpa said, a genius. True he was as yet inarticulate, but speech was coming with his new happiness. Day by day, the little girl who had adopted him into this incredibly blissful dream, this joyful Make-Believe, taught him some new word, wherewith to charm the world in days to come. Even now he began to realize the rapture of his own thought, though he could not tell, poor little dumb poet, that it was the rapture of...« less