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Crome Yellow - Chapter XXX Crome Yellow - Chapter XXX

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXX
Denis had been called, but in spite of the parted curtains he haddropped off again into that drowsy, dozy state when sleep becomesa sensual pleasure almost consciously savoured. In thiscondition he might have remained for another hour if he had notbeen disturbed by a violent rapping at the door."Come in," he mumbled, without opening his eyes. The latchclicked, a hand seized him by the shoulder and he was rudelyshaken."Get up, get up!"His eyelids blinked painfully apart, and he saw Mary standingover him, bright-faced and earnest."Get up!" she repeated. "You must go and send the telegram.Don't you remember?""O Lord!"... Long Stories - Post by : Mexicurios - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 3355

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXIX Crome Yellow - Chapter XXIX

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXIX
It was after ten o'clock. The dancers had already dispersed andthe last lights were being put out. To-morrow the tents would bestruck, the dismantled merry-go-round would be packed intowaggons and carted away. An expanse of worn grass, a shabbybrown patch in the wide green of the park, would be all thatremained. Crome Fair was over.By the edge of the pool two figures lingered."No, no, no," Anne was saying in a breathless whisper, leaningbackwards, turning her head from side to side in an effort toescape Gombauld's kisses. "No, please. No." Her raised voicehad become imperative.Gombauld... Long Stories - Post by : asdfgh - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 3069

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXVIII Crome Yellow - Chapter XXVIII

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXVIII
Towards sunset the fair itself became quiescent. It was the hourfor the dancing to begin. At one side of the village of tents aspace had been roped off. Acetylene lamps, hung round it onposts, cast a piercing white light. In one corner sat the band,and, obedient to its scraping and blowing, two or three hundreddancers trampled across the dry ground, wearing away the grasswith their booted feet. Round this patch of all but daylight,alive with motion and noise, the night seemed preternaturallydark. Bars of light reached out into it, and every now and thena lonely... Long Stories - Post by : mrcfunds - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 1004

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXVII Crome Yellow - Chapter XXVII

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXVII
Mr. Scogan had been accommodated in a little canvas hut. Dressedin a black skirt and a red bodice, with a yellow-and-red bandanahandkerchief tied round his black wig, he looked--sharp-nosed,brown, and wrinkled--like the Bohemian Hag of Frith's Derby Day.A placard pinned to the curtain of the doorway announced thepresence within the tent of "Sesostris, the Sorceress ofEcbatana." Seated at a table, Mr. Scogan received his clients inmysterious silence, indicating with a movement of the finger thatthey were to sit down opposite him and to extend their hands forhis inspection. He then examined the palm that was presentedhim, using a... Long Stories - Post by : makelinks - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 825

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXVI Crome Yellow - Chapter XXVI

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXVI
A little canvas village of tents and booths had sprung up, justbeyond the boundaries of the garden, in the green expanse of thepark. A crowd thronged its streets, the men dressed mostly inblack--holiday best, funeral best--the women in pale muslins.Here and there tricolour bunting hung inert. In the midst of thecanvas town, scarlet and gold and crystal, the merry-go-roundglittered in the sun. The balloon-man walked among the crowd,and above his head, like a huge, inverted bunch of many-colouredgrapes, the balloons strained upwards. With a scythe-like motionthe boat-swings reaped the air, and from the funnel of the enginewhich... Long Stories - Post by : Jazztronix - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 1491

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXV Crome Yellow - Chapter XXV

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXV
."I hope you all realise," said Henry Wimbush during dinner, "thatnext Monday is Bank Holiday, and that you will all be expected tohelp in the Fair.""Heavens!" cried Anne. "The Fair--I had forgotten all about it.What a nightmare! Couldn't you put a stop to it, Uncle Henry?"Mr. Wimbush sighed and shook his head. "Alas," he said, "I fearI cannot. I should have liked to put an end to it years ago; butthe claims of Charity are strong.""It's not charity we want," Anne murmured rebelliously; "it'sjustice.""Besides," Mr. Wimbush went on, "the Fair has become aninstitution. Let me see,... Long Stories - Post by : medcop - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 3022

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXIV Crome Yellow - Chapter XXIV

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXIV
It was noon. Denis, descending from his chamber he hadbeen making an unsuccessful effort to write something aboutnothing in particular, found the drawing-room deserted. He wasabout to go out into the garden when his eye fell on a familiarbut mysterious object--the large red notebook in which he had sooften seen Jenny quietly and busily scribbling. She had left itlying on the window-seat. The temptation was great. He pickedup the book and slipped off the elastic band that kept itdiscreetly closed."Private. Not to be opened," was written in capital letters onthe cover. He raised... Long Stories - Post by : Chipt - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 2278

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXIII Crome Yellow - Chapter XXIII

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXIII
Gombauld was by no means so furious at their apparition as Denishad hoped and expected he would be. Indeed, he was ratherpleased than annoyed when the two faces, one brown and pointed,the other round and pale, appeared in the frame of the open door.The energy born of his restless irritation was dying within him,returning to its emotional elements. A moment more and he wouldhave been losing his temper again--and Anne would be keepinghers, infuriatingly. Yes, he was positively glad to see them."Come in, come in," he called out hospitably.Followed by Mr. Scogan, Denis climbed the little ladder andstepped... Long Stories - Post by : ebookWarrior - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 2387

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXII Crome Yellow - Chapter XXII

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXII
For the sake of peace and quiet Denis had retired earlier on thissame afternoon to his bedroom. He wanted to work, but the hourwas a drowsy one, and lunch, so recently eaten, weighed heavilyon body and mind. The meridian demon was upon him; he waspossessed by that bored and hopeless post-prandial melancholywhich the coenobites of old knew and feared under the name of"accidie." He felt, like Ernest Dowson, "a little weary." Hewas in the mood to write something rather exquisite and gentleand quietist in tone; something a little droopy and at the sametime--how should he put it?--a... Long Stories - Post by : wliberty - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 2476

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXI Crome Yellow - Chapter XXI

Crome Yellow - Chapter XXI
Perched on its four stone mushrooms, the little granary stood twoor three feet above the grass of the green close. Beneath itthere was a perpetual shade and a damp growth of long, luxuriantgrasses. Here, in the shadow, in the green dampness, a family ofwhite ducks had sought shelter from the afternoon sun. Somestood, preening themselves, some reposed with their long belliespressed to the ground, as though the cool grass were water.Little social noises burst fitfully forth, and from time to timesome pointed tail would execute a brilliant Lisztian tremolo.Suddenly their jovial repose was shattered. A prodigious thumpshook... Long Stories - Post by : eaterb - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 888

Crome Yellow - Chapter XX Crome Yellow - Chapter XX

Crome Yellow - Chapter XX
Ivor was gone. Lounging behind the wind-screen in his yellowsedan he was whirling across rural England. Social and amorousengagements of the most urgent character called him from hall tobaronial hall, from castle to castle, from Elizabethan manor-house to Georgian mansion, over the whole expanse of the kingdom.To-day in Somerset, to-morrow in Warwickshire, on Saturday in theWest riding, by Tuesday morning in Argyll--Ivor never rested.The whole summer through, from the beginning of July till the endof September, he devoted himself to his engagements; he was amartyr to them. In the autumn he went back to London for aholiday.... Long Stories - Post by : PKNAUSS - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 3706

Crome Yellow - Chapter XIX Crome Yellow - Chapter XIX

Crome Yellow - Chapter XIX
Henry Wimbush's long cigar burned aromatically. The "History ofCrome" lay on his knee; slowly he turned over the pages."I can't decide what episode to read you to-night," he saidthoughtfully. "Sir Ferdinando's voyages are not withoutinterest. Then, of course, there's his son, Sir Julius. It washe who suffered from the delusion that his perspirationengendered flies; it drove him finally to suicide. Or there'sSir Cyprian." He turned the pages more rapidly. "Or Sir Henry.Or Sir George...No, I'm inclined to think I won't read about anyof these.""But you must read something," insisted Mr. Scogan, taking hispipe out... Long Stories - Post by : TexasDan - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 2574

Crome Yellow - Chapter XVIII Crome Yellow - Chapter XVIII

Crome Yellow - Chapter XVIII
The nearest Roman Catholic church was upwards of twenty milesaway. Ivor, who was punctilious in his devotions, came downearly to breakfast and had his car at the door, ready to start,by a quarter to ten. It was a smart, expensive-looking machine,enamelled a pure lemon yellow and upholstered in emerald greenleather. There were two seats--three if you squeezed tightlyenough--and their occupants were protected from wind, dust, andweather by a glazed sedan that rose, an elegant eighteenth-century hump, from the midst of the body of the car.Mary had never been to a Roman Catholic service, thought it wouldbe an interesting... Long Stories - Post by : kallifs - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 2388

Crome Yellow - Chapter XVII Crome Yellow - Chapter XVII

Crome Yellow - Chapter XVII
Ivor brought his hands down with a bang on to the final chord ofhis rhapsody. There was just a hint in that triumphant harmonythat the seventh had been struck along with the octave by thethumb of the left hand; but the general effect of splendid noiseemerged clearly enough. Small details matter little so long asthe general effect is good. And, besides, that hint of theseventh was decidedly modern. He turned round in his seat andtossed the hair back out of his eyes."There," he said. "That's the best I can do for you, I'mafraid."Murmurs of applause and... Long Stories - Post by : C9Mouse - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 3334

Crome Yellow - Chapter XVI Crome Yellow - Chapter XVI

Crome Yellow - Chapter XVI
The ladies had left the room and the port was circulating. Mr.Scogan filled his glass, passed on the decanter, and, leaningback in his chair, looked about him for a moment in silence. Theconversation rippled idly round him, but he disregarded it; hewas smiling at some private joke. Gombauld noticed his smile."What's amusing you?" he asked."I was just looking at you all, sitting round this table," saidMr. Scogan."Are we as comic as all that?""Not at all," Mr. Scogan answered politely. "I was merely amusedby my own speculations.""And what were they?""The idlest, the most academic of speculations. I... Long Stories - Post by : Safari - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 742

Crome Yellow - Chapter XV Crome Yellow - Chapter XV

Crome Yellow - Chapter XV
"In the time of the amiable Brantome," Mr. Scogan was saying,"every debutante at the French Court was invited to dine at theKing's table she was served with wine in a handsome silvercup of Italian workmanship. It was no ordinary cup, this gobletof the debutantes; for, inside, it had been most curiously andingeniously engraved with a series of very lively amorous scenes.With each draught that the young lady swallowed these engravingsbecame increasingly visible, and the Court looked on withinterest, every time she put her nose in the cup, to see whethershe blushed at what the ebbing wine revealed. If... Long Stories - Post by : hereger - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 2711

Crome Yellow - Chapter XIV Crome Yellow - Chapter XIV

Crome Yellow - Chapter XIV
For their after-luncheon coffee the party generally adjourned tothe library. Its windows looked east, and at this hour of theday it was the coolest place in the whole house. It was a largeroom, fitted, during the eighteenth century, with white paintedshelves of an elegant design. In the middle of one wall a door,ingeniously upholstered with rows of dummy books, gave access toa deep cupboard , among a pile of letter-files and oldnewspapers, the mummy-case of an Egyptian lady, brought back bythe second Sir Ferdinando on his return from the Grand Tour,mouldered in the darkness. From ten yards... Long Stories - Post by : joe_chapuis - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 3390

Crome Yellow - Chapter XIII Crome Yellow - Chapter XIII

Crome Yellow - Chapter XIII
Henry Wimbush brought down with him to dinner a budget of printedsheets loosely bound together in a cardboard portfolio."To-day," he said, exhibiting it with a certain solemnity, "to-day I have finished the printing of my 'History of Crome'. Ihelped to set up the type of the last page this evening.""The famous History?" cried Anne. The writing and the printingof this Magnum Opus had been going on as long as she couldremember. All her childhood long Uncle Henry's History had beena vague and fabulous thing, often heard of and never seen."It has taken me nearly thirty years," said Mr.... Long Stories - Post by : johannes - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 1203

Crome Yellow - Chapter XII Crome Yellow - Chapter XII

Crome Yellow - Chapter XII
Blight, Mildew, and Smut..." Mary was puzzled and distressed.Perhaps her ears had played her false. Perhaps what he hadreally said was, "Squire, Binyon, and Shanks," or "Childe,Blunden, and Earp," or even "Abercrombie, Drinkwater, andRabindranath Tagore." Perhaps. But then her ears never did playher false. "Blight, Mildew, and Smut." The impression wasdistinct and ineffaceable. "Blight, Mildew..." she was forced tothe conclusion, reluctantly, that Denis had indeed pronouncedthose improbable words. He had deliberately repelled herattempts to open a serious discussion. That was horrible. A manwho would not talk seriously to a woman just... Long Stories - Post by : Cardo - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 2889

Crome Yellow - Chapter XI Crome Yellow - Chapter XI

Crome Yellow - Chapter XI
Mr. Barbecue-Smith was gone. The motor had whirled him away tothe station; a faint smell of burning oil commemorated his recentdeparture. A considerable detachment had come into the courtyardto speed him on his way; and now they were walking back, roundthe side of the house, towards the terrace and the garden. Theywalked in silence; nobody had yet ventured to comment on thedeparted guest."Well?" said Anne at last, turning with raised inquiring eyebrowsto Denis."Well?" It was time for someone to begin.Denis declined the invitation; he passed it on to Mr Scogan."Well?" he said.Mr. Scogan did not respond; he... Long Stories - Post by : peter_act - Date : February 2011 - Author : Aldous Huxley - Read : 2559