Stella Benson

This Is the End

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Produktbeschreibung

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - This is the end, for the moment, of all my thinking, this is my unfinal conclusion. There is no reason in tangible things, and no system in the ordinary ways of the world. Hands were made to grope, and feet to stumble, and the only things you may count on are the unaccountable things. System is a fairy and a dream, you never find system where or when you expect it. There are no reasons except reasons you and I don't know. I should not be really surprised if the policeman across the way grew wings, or if the deep sea rose and washed out the chaos of the land. I should not raise my eyebrows if the daily press became the Little Sunbeam of the Home, or if Cabinet Ministers struck for a decrease of wages. I feel no security in facts, precedent seems no protection to me. The wisdom you can find in an Encyclopedia, or in Selfridge's Information Bureau, seems to me just a transitory adaptation to quicksand circumstances.

Produktdetails

• Verlag: 1st World Library - Literary Society
• Seitenzahl: 168
• Erscheinungstermin: 12. Januar 2005
• Englisch
• Abmessung: 216mm x 140mm x 9mm
• Gewicht: 220g
• ISBN-13: 9781421801902
• ISBN-10: 1421801906
• Artikelnr.: 22434149

Autorenporträt

Stella Benson was an English feminist, novelist, poet, and travel writer. She was the recipient of the Benson Medal. In 1892, Benson was born in Easthope, Shropshire, to landed gentry member Ralph Beaumont Benson (1862-1911) and Caroline Essex Cholmondeley. Stella's aunt, Mary Cholmondeley, was a renowned novelist. Stella was frequently ill during her youth and adulthood. By her sixth birthday, she and her family, who lived in London, had moved repeatedly. She spent a portion of her childhood in schools in Germany and Switzerland. She began writing a diary when she was 10 years old and continued to do so throughout her life. Her parents had separated by the time she began composing poems, and she visited her father only seldom after that. When she saw him, he advised her to stop writing poetry for the time being, until she was older and more experienced. Stella, on the other hand, enhanced her writing production by branching out into book writing. Stella discovered her father's alcoholism after he died.