Cleo The Magnificent; Or, The Muse of the Real. Louis Zangwill
Читать онлайн.| Название | Cleo The Magnificent; Or, The Muse of the Real |
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| Автор произведения | Louis Zangwill |
| Жанр | Языкознание |
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| isbn | 4064066209612 |
Louis Zangwill
Cleo The Magnificent; Or, The Muse of the Real
A Novel
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066209612
Table of Contents
It was past midnight, and both men were smoking leisurely by the study fireside. Morgan Druce sat just on the edge of a low chair, his long, slim body bent forward, his clean-shaven boyish face well within the glow of the fire. Though he appeared to be looking at it, he was only conscious of its warmth.
Robert Ingram, middle-aged and bearded, lolled back in sensuous comfort. "The long and the short of it is," he resumed, "you've a soul-crisis on just at present. Crises are bad for the digestion, and I took care to grow out of them long ago."
"Our temperaments are very different," said Morgan.
"That's what makes your case so difficult to meet," returned Ingram. "It's your infernal temperament. One never knows how to take it. In fact, you're the sort of person in whose existence I never really believed; for though, as you know, I once had ideals and a literary conscience, I was always aware they would go as soon as I had a market for everything I could manufacture. You are the genuine incorruptible artist, to whom art is sacred. I really don't know whether to be doubtful of my cynicism or your sanity."
"That my case is a pretty bad one I've already admitted," put in Morgan.
"Now, if you were only some poor devil who was alone in the world," went on Ingram without heeding his remark, "I could take you in hand and make something of you, for you've quite brains enough. Poor devils are generally more reasonable in their views than you, even when they're geniuses. You simply keep on wearing out your heart day after day. Why? For fame? What is it worth? Well, I won't answer the question—I deal quite enough in platitudes."
"You don't understand, Ingram. What do you really know of