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# There's Something Rather Odd About Augustus

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Song from the musical Fluffy Ruffles.
    When young Augustus arrived on earth,
    His papa went mad with joy;
    He invited crowds of his friends around
    just to see his wondrous boy!
    When he was brought,
    Out for their inspection,
    They said they thought,
    He was just perfection,
    But to one another on the strict Q, T,
    They said "dear me"!
    There's something rather odd about Augustus!
    Just watch him circumspectly,
    You'll notice it directly,
    I wonder who can be to blame?
    It's very sad but all the same,
    There's something rather odd about Augustus.
    He grew a bit and was sent to school,
    Where his teacher cried, you dunce!
    You must leave my class and prepare yourself
    for a whipping, boy, at once!
    Augustus fled,
    From the man of learning,
    Half dead with dread,
    And upon returning,
    The pedagogue applied the handy cane,
    But all in vain,
    There was something rather odd about Augustus!
    The master whacked him soundly,
    Augustus smiled profoundly,
    And judging by that bad boys looks,
    He must have hid some copy books,
    Or something rather odd about Augustus.
    He grew some more and he fell in love,
    And he chose himself a bride;
    But the morning of their wedding day
    all her friends took her aside,
    And said, My dear!
    Have you seen Augustus?
    He does look queer,
    But then you can trust us,
    Then the blushing bride replied with cheeks aglow,
    "Well I don't know!"
    (SPOKEN.) But you are quite right dears.
    There's something rather odd about Augustus!
    It almost sets one thinking,
    Augustus has been Oh! No!
    He is so nice, he is so kind!
    But all the same, well, never mind,
    There's something rather odd about Augustus.
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# The Happy End

Books by Joseph Hergesheimer
The Happy End
Java Head
Gold and Iron
The Three Black Pennys
Mountain Blood
The Lay Anthony
The Happy End
By Joseph Hergesheimer
Copyright, 1919, by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc.
Published August, 1919 Second Printing September, 1919
Copyright, 1916, 1917, 1918, by The Curtis Publishing Company Printed in the United States of America
Dedication
These stories have but one purpose—to give pleasure; and they have been made into a book at the requests of those I have fortunately pleased. It is, therefore, to such friends of my writing that they are addressed and dedicated. However, this is not an effort to avoid my responsibility: but to whom? Not to critics, not middlemen, nor the Academies of which I am so reprehensibly ignorant; not, certainly, to my neighbor. They brought me, in times of varying difficulty, food; and for that excellent reason I am forced to conclude that, then as now, I am responsible to my grocer.
Contents
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Lamentable Tragedy of Titus Andronicus/Act 1 Scene 1

The Lamentable Tragedy of Titus Andronicus.
Actus primus, Scœna prima.
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# Sweeney Erect

* "Sweeney Erect", in Poems (1920)
* "Sweeney Erect", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/A Cooking Egg

​A Cooking Egg
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# A Cooking Egg

* "A Cooking Egg", in Poems (1920)
* "A Cooking Egg", in Poems (1926)
# Bread

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## Encyclopedia articles

* "Bread," in The New Student's Reference Work, Chicago: F.E. Compton and Co. (1914)
* "Bread," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Bread," in Easton's Bible Dictionary (1897)
* "Bread," in Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition (1875–1889)

## Essays

* "Bread" (1889), an essay by Walter Gregor

## Film

* Bread (1918), a silent film that only partially survived

## Novels

* Bread (1856), a story by Ellen Lloyd Key Blunt
* Bread (1923), a novel by Charles Gilman Norris

## Short stories

* "Bread" (1919), a short story by Joseph Hergesheimer
# Le Directeur

English-language translations of Le Directeur include:
* "Le Directeur" in Poems (1920)
* "Le Directeur" in Poems (1926)
* "Le Directeur", translated by Wikisource
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Le Directeur

​Le Directeur
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# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Mélange adultère de tout

​Mélange adultère de tout
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# Mélange Adultère de Tout

* "Mélange adultère de tout", in Poems (1920)
* "Mélange adultère de tout", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Lune de Miel

​Lune de Miel
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# Lune de Miel

* "Lune de Miel", in Poems (1920)
* "Lune de Miel", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1926)/The Hippopotamus

​THE HIPPOPOTAMUS
S. Ignatii Ad Trallianos.
# The Hippopotamus

* "The Hippopotamus", in Poems (1920)
* "The Hippopotamus", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/The Hippopotamus

​The Hippopotamus
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
S. Ignatii Ad Trallianos.
And when this epistle is read among you, cause that it be read also in the church of the Laodiceans.
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# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Dans le Restaurant

​Dans le Restaurant
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# Dans le Restaurant

* "Dans le Restaurant", in Poems (1920)
* "Dans le Restaurant", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Whispers of Immortality

​Whispers of Immortality
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# Whispers of Immortality

* "Whispers of Immortality", in Poems (1920)
* "Whispers of Immortality", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service

​Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service
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# Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service

* "Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service", in Poems (1920)
* "Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Sweeney Among the Nightingales

​Sweeney Among the Nightingales
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# Sweeney Among the Nightingales

* "Sweeney Among the Nightingales", in Poems (1920)
* "Sweeney among the Nightingales", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

​The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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# Poems (Eliot, 1926)/The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

​PRUFROCK
AND OTHER OBSERVATIONS
1917
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Portrait of a Lady

​Portrait of a Lady
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# Modern Russian Poetry/Sergei Yesenin

Sergei Yesenin
One of the latest comers, Yesenin is also one of the most gifted of the younger Russian poets. His first book was published in 1916. He is a member of a group which has come into being during the revolution and which calls itself "imazhinisty" (imagists). Like Kluyev, he came from the masses, and, like him, operates with the intimate details of the peasant's life and faith. Whatever his political and literary associations, he is a poet dei gratia.
# Portrait of a Lady (Eliot)

* "Portrait of a Lady", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "Portrait of a Lady", in Poems (1920)
* "Portrait of a Lady", in Poems (1926)
# The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

* "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", in Poems (1920)
* "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", in Poems (1926)
# The Copper Box

The Bookman, July 1923: The storm, the lonely country house, and the girl; also the whimsical motto engraved on the box itself; an agreeable mysteriousness with no great mystery.
THE COPPER BOX
BY J. S. FLETCHER
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1923,
BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
THE COPPER BOX. I
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
THE COPPER BOX
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The longest-living author of this work died in 1935, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 88 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# Prufrock and Other Observations

T. S. ELIOT
​PRUFROCK
AND
OTHER OBSERVATIONS
THE EGOIST LTD OAKLEY HOUSE, BLOOMSBURY STREET LONDON 1917
CONTENTS :
PRINTED AT THE COMPLETE PRESS WEST NORWOOD LONDON
TO JEAN VERDENAL 1889-1915
Certain of these poems appeared first in "Poetry" and "Others"
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The longest-living author of this work died in 1965, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 58 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# Prufrock and Other Observations/Preludes

Preludes
I
The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.
II
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the sawdust-trampled street With all its muddy feet that press To early coffee-stands.
With the other masquerades That time resumes, One thinks of all the hands That are raising dingy shades In a thousand furnished rooms.
III
You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted; They flickered against the ceiling. And when all the world came back And the light crept up between the shutters, And you heard the sparrows in the gutters, You had such a vision of the street As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge, where You curled the papers from your hair, Or clasped the yellow soles of feet In the palms of both soiled hands.
IV
His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o'clock; And short square fingers stuffing pipes, And evening newspapers, and eyes Assured of certain certainties, The conscience of a blackened street Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
# Prufrock and Other Observations/Rhapsody on a Windy Night

Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Twelve o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of memory And all its clear relations, Its divisions and precisions, Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Half-past one, The street-lamp sputtered, The street-lamp muttered, The street-lamp said, "Regard that woman Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress Is torn and stained with sand, And you see the corner of her eye Twists like a crooked pin."
The memory throws up high and dry A crowd of twisted things; A twisted branch upon the beach Eaten smooth, and polished As if the world gave up The secret of its skeleton, Stiff and white. A broken spring in a factory yard, Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Half-past two, The street-lamp said, "Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter, Slips out its tongue And devours a morsel of rancid butter." So the hand of the child, automatic, Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay. I could see nothing behind that child's eye. I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters, And a crab one afternoon in a pool, An old crab with barnacles on his back, Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Half-past three, The lamp sputtered, The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed: "Regard the moon, La lune ne garde aucune rancune, She winks a feeble eye, She smiles into corners. She smooths the hair of the grass. The moon has lost her memory. A washed-out smallpox cracks her face, Her hand twists a paper rose, That smells of dust and old Cologne, She is alone With all the nocturnal smells That cross and cross across her brain. The reminiscence comes Of sunless dry geraniums And dust in crevices, Smells of chestnuts in the streets, And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors And cocktail smells in bars."
The lamp said, "Four o'clock, Here is the number on the door. Memory! You have the key, The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair, Mount. The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall, Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."
The last twist of the knife.
# Prufrock and Other Observations/Morning at the Window

Morning at the Window
They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me Twisted faces from the bottom of the street, And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts An aimless smile that hovers in the air And vanishes along the level of the roofs.
# Prufrock and Other Observations/Aunt Helen

Aunt Helen
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by servants to the number of four. Now when she died there was silence in heaven And silence at her end of the street. The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet— He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before. The dogs were handsomely provided for, But shortly afterwards the parrot died too. The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece, And the footman sat upon the dining-table Holding the second housemaid on his knees— Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.
# Prufrock and Other Observations/Cousin Nancy

Cousin Nancy
Miss Nancy Ellicot Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them— The barren New England hills— Riding to hounds Over the cow-pasture.
Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked And danced all the modern dances; And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it, But they knew that it was modern.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith, The army of unalterable law.
# Prufrock and Other Observations/Mr. Apollinax

Mr. Apollinax
When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees, And of Priapus in the shrubbery Gaping at the lady in the swing. In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah's He laughed like an irresponsible fœtus. His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old man of the sea's Hidden under coral islands Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence, Dropping from fingers of surf. I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax rolling under a chair, Or grinning over a screen With seaweed in its hair.
I heard the beat of centaurs’ hoofs over the hard turf As his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon. "He is a charming man"—"But after all what did he mean?"— "He has pointed ears . . . he must be unbalanced,"— "There was something he said that I might have challenged." Of dowager Mrs. Phlaccus, and Professor and Mrs. Cheetah I remember a slice of lemon, and a bitten macaroon.
# Prufrock and Other Observations/Hysteria

Hysteria
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden . . ." I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
# Prufrock and Other Observations/Conversation Galante

Conversation Galante
I observe: "Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John’s balloon Or an old battered lantern hung aloft To light poor travellers to their distress." She then: "How you digress!"
And I then: "Some one frames upon the keys That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain The night and moonshine; music which we seize To body forth our own vacuity." She then: "Does this refer to me?" "Oh no, it is I who am inane."
"You, madam, are the eternal humorist, The eternal enemy of the absolute, Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist! With your air indifferent and imperious At a stroke our mad poetics to confute—" And—"Are we then so serious?"
# Portrait of a Lady

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* "Portrait of a Lady", a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* "Portrait of a Lady", a poem by William Carlos Williams
# Portrait of a Lady (Williams)

Published in 1920
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady's slipper. Your knees are a southern breeze--or a gust of snow. Agh! what sort of man was Fragonard? --as if that answered anything. Ah, yes--below the knees, since the tune drops that way, it is one of those white summer days, the tall grass of your ankles flickers upon the shore-- Which shore?-- the sand clings to my lips-- Which shore? Agh, petals maybe. How should I know? Which shore? Which shore? I said petals from an appletree.
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# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Preludes

​Preludes
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# Preludes (Eliot)

* "Preludes", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "Preludes", in Poems (1920)
* "Preludes", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Rhapsody on a Windy Night

​Rhapsody on a Windy Night
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# Rhapsody on a Windy Night

* "Rhapsody on a Windy Night", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "Rhapsody on a Windy Night", in Poems (1920)
* "Rhapsody on a Windy Night", in Poems (1926)
# Morning at the Window

* "Morning at the Window", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "Morning at the Window", in Poems (1920)
* "Morning at the Window", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Morning at the Window

​Morning at the Window
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# Boston Evening Transcript

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* "The Boston Evening Transcript", a poem by T. S. Eliot
* Boston Evening Transcript, an American newspaper
# The Boston Evening Transcript (Eliot)

* "The Boston Evening Transcript", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "The Boston Evening Transcript", in Poems (1920)
* "The Boston Evening Transcript", in Poems (1926)
# Prufrock and Other Observations/The Boston Evening Transcript

The Boston Evening Transcript
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
When evening quickens faintly in the street, Wakening the appetites of life in some And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript, I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he at the end of the street, And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript."
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/The Boston Evening Transcript

​The Boston Evening Transcript
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# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Aunt Helen

​Aunt Helen
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# Aunt Helen

* "Aunt Helen", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "Aunt Helen", in Poems (1920)
* "Aunt Helen", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Cousin Nancy

​Cousin Nancy
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# Cousin Nancy

* "Cousin Nancy", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "Cousin Nancy", in Poems (1920)
* "Cousin Nancy", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Mr. Apollinax

​Mr. Apollinax
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# Mr. Apollinax

* "Mr. Apollinax", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "Mr. Apollinax", in Poems (1920)
* "Mr. Apollinax", in Poems (1926)
# Poems (Eliot, 1920)/Hysteria

​Hysteria
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden . . . " I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
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# Hysteria

* "Hysteria", in Prufrock and Other Observations (1917)
* "Hysteria", in Poems (1920)
* "Hysteria", in Poems (1926)