This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: ... The old man made his way into the station and was at once swallowed up in its huge uneasy life. He was frightened of the crowd, which covered the platform in bunches, but was thin and straggling here and there with occasional isolated figures. His calm vanished, and he passed from group to group ...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: ... The old man made his way into the station and was at once swallowed up in its huge uneasy life. He was frightened of the crowd, which covered the platform in bunches, but was thin and straggling here and there with occasional isolated figures. His calm vanished, and he passed from group to group trying to find reasons for stopping somewhere. But where the groups were like solid lumps he was repulsed, and the straggling parts of the crowd infected him with their own anxiety, so that he ended by taking up a position between two placid-looking travellers, where he almost ceased to be afraid of missing the train. Bells vibrated, and the crowd, deeply stirred, suffered a change. A thousand links snapped or strained; the whole space swarmed with little moving forces, and was suddenly dotted with points, each of which formed the pivot of an eddy. Yet the general outlines were not altered. Godard could still see the two placid travellers beside him, with their bags on the ground against their legs; and there were the straggling lines, bulging with luggage, and the lumpy groups, still the same, except that they had shrunk a little. The noise of bells went on, like a frantic concentration of the passage of time. The crowd thought more and more intensely of the train. It felt it coming, with another crowd inside it--a calm crowd, that had sucked its fill of speed and was sleeping like a well-fed baby. The old man was in torments, and to calm his fears kept looking at his neighbours. He no longer felt that the journey was arranging itself, stage by stage, from his cottage to his son's body, or that the means of transport were fitted together without any effort of his own and waiting to sweep him along like a stream. "Shall I ever get there?" he...
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Fair Condition. No Dust Jacket. Some soiling and wear to the covers; bookplate inside; pages tanned; a solid book; slightly cracked front hinge. Translated by Desmond MacCarthy and Sidney Waterlow. With a new introduction by the author, translated by Haakon Chevalier." Quantity Available: 1. Shipped Weight: Standard Weight. Category: Fiction; Inventory No: 141617.
Very good in good dust jacket. light aging in an otherwise unmarked book. dust jacket with some edge wear in a protective plastic cover. 137 p. from the front cover: "the short novel tells of the death of a man of no importance, traces his brief survival in the minds of those with whom he had been associated--the porter of the house in which he had lived in paris, his fellow lodgers, a few acquaintances, his old father, who comes up from the country for the funeral, his mother--and shows how he gradually fades from memory....[it is] one of the earliest and best examples of unanimism, the doctrine "that the unifying principles in human groups are more significant, for representation in literature, than we are personal individualities." it has had a wide and deep influence in both french and english literature.
VG-(DJ. darkened and worn at extremities) Blue cloth over boards; Color illus. dj.; 137 pp.; No illustrations. Translated from the original French by Desmond MacCarthy and Sidney Waterlow; Introduction by the author, translated by Haakon Chevalier.
Spine has name of U.S. publisher, 'Huebsch'. Slight chip at edge of front endpaper, otherwise very good+. 8vo. pp vii, 159. Original publisher's black cloth, lettered gilt on spine and on front cover, illustrated with the branches of a willow. Jules Romains is the pseudonym of Louis Farigoule, French novelist, dramatist and poet. The book is dedicated to Roger Fry. Including an article on Jules Romains by Charlotte Haldane, loosely inserted.
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