The Lamp, 27 tomasCharles Scribner's Sons, 1904 |
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... humanity outside himself , his vital ab- sorption in human things and relations . rather than any processes of his own mind , the essential objectiveness of his whole point of view - these are to Mr. Chesterton the negation everywhere ...
... humanity outside himself , his vital ab- sorption in human things and relations . rather than any processes of his own mind , the essential objectiveness of his whole point of view - these are to Mr. Chesterton the negation everywhere ...
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... human soul , and an unsurpassed comprehension of tem- perament , its possibilities , and its prob- lems . To make it typical of anything but Browning is like making Keats , for instance , typical of anything but Keats -a task which Mr ...
... human soul , and an unsurpassed comprehension of tem- perament , its possibilities , and its prob- lems . To make it typical of anything but Browning is like making Keats , for instance , typical of anything but Keats -a task which Mr ...
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... - field of conflict various phases of the sex ques- tion , for only a few of them , such as " Widowers ' Houses , " by Mr. George Bernard Shaw , have attempted to deal with other aspects of the human prob- lem . It 26 THE LAMP.
... - field of conflict various phases of the sex ques- tion , for only a few of them , such as " Widowers ' Houses , " by Mr. George Bernard Shaw , have attempted to deal with other aspects of the human prob- lem . It 26 THE LAMP.
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with other aspects of the human prob- lem . It is not that the commercial play avoids sex ; as a matter of fact , the com- mercial playwrights are not so capable of dealing with subjects other than the eternal one of the Man and the ...
with other aspects of the human prob- lem . It is not that the commercial play avoids sex ; as a matter of fact , the com- mercial playwrights are not so capable of dealing with subjects other than the eternal one of the Man and the ...
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... music , firelight , and human souls . It is pleasant to think of him , enjoying it and steeping every fibre with the poetry of it all . Back of this delightful room is one of the most inviting dining - rooms that ever an. 30 THE LAMP.
... music , firelight , and human souls . It is pleasant to think of him , enjoying it and steeping every fibre with the poetry of it all . Back of this delightful room is one of the most inviting dining - rooms that ever an. 30 THE LAMP.
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