Bøger af James Branch Cabell

这里有十个短篇小说，围绕十位诗人的作品而写，外加两首诗和卡贝尔冗长的介绍。 值得注意的是"巴尔萨扎的女儿"，它成为詹姆斯-布兰克-卡贝尔唯一出版的剧本 珠宝商人 的基础。 尽管他们与 的关系充其量是微不足道的，但 表示，他的主流作品（例如，这些作品）与幻想并没有区别，因此，这本书正式成为他想象中的 编年史的一部分。 这里有十个短篇小说，围绕十位诗人的作品而写，外加两首诗和卡贝尔冗长的介绍。 值得注意的是"巴尔萨扎的女儿"，它成为詹姆斯-布兰克-卡贝尔唯一出版的剧本 珠宝商人 的基础。 尽管他们与 的关系充其量是微不足道的，但 表示，他的主流作品（例如，这些作品）与幻想并没有区别，因此，这本书正式成为他想象中的 编年史的一部分。

""The Cords of Vanity: A Comedy of Shirking"" is a satirical novel written by James Branch Cabell. The book tells the story of Robert Etheridge, a young man who is more interested in his own pleasure and comfort than in pursuing a career or fulfilling his responsibilities. Robert's laziness and lack of ambition lead him to shirk his duties and rely on his family's wealth and connections to get by.The novel is set in Virginia in the early 20th century and is full of witty dialogue and social commentary. Cabell uses Robert's character to poke fun at the upper-class society of the time, highlighting the hypocrisy and shallowness of its members. The book also explores themes of love, marriage, and the pursuit of happiness.Overall, ""The Cords of Vanity"" is a humorous and insightful look at the human condition, and a must-read for fans of Cabell's work or anyone interested in social satire.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

1919. Today, some recognize Cabell as one of the first contemporary writers from the South. He is also noted for his unique blending of classic myths and legends with his own imagination and is considered a pioneer of fantasy writing. Jurgen is an epic fantasy voyage as well as an erotic fable. Cabell himself wrote: This fable is, as the world itself, a book wherein each man will find what his nature enables him to see; which gives us back each his own image; and which teaches us each the lesson that each of us desires to learn. The book was banned for decades because of its explicit content. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.

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MUCH has been written critically about Felix Kennaston since the disappearance of his singular personality from the field of contemporary writers; and Mr. Froser's Biography contains all it is necessary to know as to the facts of Kennaston's life. Yet most readers of the Biography, I think, must have felt that the great change in Kennaston no long while after he "came to forty year"-- this sudden, almost unparalleled, conversion of a talent for tolerable verse into the full-fledged genius of Men Who Loved Alison -- stays, after all, unexplained. . . . Hereinafter you have Kennaston's own explanation. I do not know but that in hunting down one enigma it raises a bevy; but it, at worst, tells from his standpoint honestly how this change came about. You are to remember that the tale is pieced together, in part from social knowledge of the man, and in part from the notes I made as to what Felix Kennaston in person told me, bit by bit, a year or two after events the tale commemorates. I had known the Kennastons for some while, with that continual shallow intimacy into which chance forces most country people with their near neighbors, before Kennaston ever spoke of -- as he called the thing -- the sigil. And, even then, it was as if with negligence he spoke, telling of what happened -- or had appeared to happen -- and answering my questions, with simply dumbfounding personal unconcern. It all seemed indescribably indecent: and I marveled no little, I can remember, as I took my notes. . . . Now I can understand it was just that his standard of values was no longer ours nor really human. You see -- it hardly matters through how dependable an agency -- Kennaston no longer thought of himself as a man of flesh-and-blood moving about a world of his compeers. Or, at least, that especial aspect of his existence was to him no longer a phase of any particular importance. But to tell of his thoughts, is to anticipate. Hereinafter you have them full measure and, such as it is, his story. You must permit that I begin it in my own way, with what may to you at first seem dream-stuff. For I commence at Storisende, in the world's youth, when the fourth Count Emmerick reigned in Poictesme, having not yet blundered into the disfavor of his papal cousin Adrian VII. . . . With such roundabout gambits alone can some of us approach -- as one fancy begets another, if you will -- to proud assurance that life is not a blind and aimless business; not all a hopeless waste and confusion; and that we ourselves may (by-and-by) be strong and excellent and wise. Such, in any event, is the road that Kennaston took, and such the goal to which he was conducted. So, with that goal in view, I also begin where he began, and follow whither the dream led him. Meanwhile, I can but entreat you to remember it is only by preserving faith in human dreams that we may, after all, perhaps some day make them come true.

TO BURTON RASCOE Before each tarradiddle, Uncowed by sciolists, Robuster persons twiddle Tremendously big fists. "Our gods are good," they tell us; "Nor will our gods defer Remission of rude fellows' Ability to err." So this, your JURGEN, travels Content to compromise Ordainments none unravels Explicitly ... and sighs. "Others, with better moderation, do either entertain the vulgar history of Jurgen as a fabulous addition unto the true and authentic story of St. Iurgenius of Poictesme, or else we conceive the literal acception to be a misconstruction of the symbolical expression: apprehending a veritable history, in an emblem or piece of Christian poesy. And this emblematical construction hath been received by men not forward to extenuate the acts of saints.

It would be absorbing to discover the present feminine attitude toward the profoundest compliment ever paid women by the heart and mind of men in league-the worshipping devotion conceived by Plato and elevated to a living faith in mediaeval France. Through that renaissance of a sublimated passion domnei was regarded as a throne of alabaster by the chosen figures of its service: Melicent, at Bellegarde, waiting for her marriage with King Theodoret, held close an image of Perion made of substance that time was powerless to destroy; and which, in a life of singular violence, where blood hung scarlet before men's eyes like a tapestry, burned in a silver flame untroubled by the fate of her body. It was, to her, a magic that kept her inviolable, perpetually, in spite of marauding fingers, a rose in the blanched perfection of its early flowering.

Mr. Cabell, in making ready this second or intended edition of THE CORDS OF VANITY, performs an act of reclamation which is at the same time an act of fresh creation. For the purely reclamatory aspect of what he has done, his reward (so far as that can consist in anything save the doing) must come from insignificantly few directions; so few indeed that he, with a wrily humorous exaggeration, affects to believe them singular. The author of this novel has been pleased to describe the author of this introduction as "the only known purchaser of the book" and, further, as "the other person to own a CORDS OF VANITY". I could readily enough acquit myself, with good sound legal proofs, of any such singularity as stands charged in this soft impeachment-and that without appeal to The Cleveland Plain Dealer of eleven years ago ("slushy and disgusting"), or to The New York Post ("sterile and malodorous ... worse than immoral-dull"), or to Ainslee's Magazine ("inconsequent and rambling ... rather nauseating at times"). These devotees of the adjective that hunts in pairs are hardly to be discussed, I suppose, in connection with any rewards except such as accrue to the possessors of a certain obtuseness, who always and infallibly reap at least the reward of not being hurt by what they do not know-or, for that matter, by what they do know. He who writes such a book as THE CORDS OF VANITY is committing himself to the supremely irrational faith that this dullness is somehow not the ultimate arbiter; and for him the pronouncements of this dullness simply do not figure among either his rewards or his penalties.

The Line of Love is a novel written by James Branch Cabell, first published in 1905. The story follows the life of a young man named Manuel who is born into a wealthy family in the fictional land of Poictesme. Manuel is a talented musician and artist, but he is also restless and dissatisfied with his life. He becomes infatuated with a woman named Niafer, who is married to a wealthy merchant. Despite the obstacles in their way, Manuel and Niafer begin a secret affair.As their relationship deepens, Manuel becomes increasingly disillusioned with his privileged upbringing and begins to question the values of his society. He becomes involved in a revolutionary movement that seeks to overthrow the ruling class and create a more just society. However, his involvement in the movement puts him in danger and threatens his relationship with Niafer.The Line of Love is a thought-provoking novel that explores themes of love, class, and social justice. Cabell's writing is lyrical and poetic, and he creates a vivid and detailed world that draws the reader in. The novel is a classic of early 20th-century literature and remains a powerful and relevant work today.Roger scoffed. ""Love, love! O you piece of ice! You gray-stone saint! What do you know of love?"" Master Darke caught both her hands in his. ""Now, by Almighty God, our Saviour and Redeemer, Jesus Christ!"" he said, between his teeth, his eyes flaming; ""I, Roger Darke, have offered you undefiled love and you have mocked at it. Ha, Tears of Mary! how I love you! And you mean to marry this man for his title! Do you not believe that I love you, Adelais?"" he whimpered.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

In the middle of the cupboard door was the carved figure of a man.... He had goat's legs, little horns on his head, and a long beard; the children in the room called him, "Major-General-field-sergeant -commander-Billy-goat's-legs" ... He was always looking at the table under the looking-glass where stood a very pretty little shepherdess made of china.... Close by her side stood a little chimney-sweep, as black as coal and also made of china.... Near to them stood another figure.... He was an old Chinaman who could nod his head, and used to pretend he was the grandfather of the shepherdess, although he could not prove it. He, however, assumed authority over her, and therefore when "Major-general-field-sergeant-commander-Billy-goat's -legs" asked for the little shepherdess to be his wife, he nodded his head to show that he consented. Then the little shepherdess cried, and looked at her sweetheart, the chimney-sweep. "I must entreat you," said she, "to go out with me into the wide world, for we cannot stay here." ... When the chimney-sweep saw that she was quite firm, he said, "My way is through the stove up the chimney." ... So at last they reached the top of the chimney.... The sky with all its stars was over their heads....

Excerpt: ...then, in three days' time." "And in vain, my Lord Duke," said the other. Now Ormskirk raised one eyebrow, after a fashion that he had. "Because I love Marian," said Lord Humphrey, "and because I mean to be less unworthy of Marian than I have been heretofore. So that I can no longer be your spy. Besides, in nature I lack aptitude for the trade. Eh, my Lord Duke, have you already forgotten how I bungled the affair of Captain Audaine and his associates?" "But that was a maiden effort. And as I find-at alas! the cost of decrepitude, -the one thing life teaches us is that many truisms are true. 'Practice makes perfect' is one of them. And faith, when you come to my age, Lord Humphrey, you will not grumble at having to soil your hands occasionally in the cause of common-sense." The younger man shook his head. "A week ago you would have found me amenable enough to reason, since I was then a sensible person, and to be of service to his Grace of Ormskirk was very sensible, -just as to marry Miss Allonby, the young and beautiful heiress, was then the course pre-eminently sensible. All the while I loved Marian, you understand. But I clung to common-sense. Desperately I clung to common-sense. And yet-" He flung out his hands. "Yes, there is by ordinary some plaguy yet," the Duke interpolated. "There is," cried Lord Humphrey Degge, "the swift and heart-grappling recollection of the woman you gave up in the cause of common-sense, -roused by some melody she liked, or some shade of color she was wont to wear, or by hearing from other lips some turn of speech to which she was addicted. My Lord Duke, that memory wakes on a sudden and clutches you by the throat, and it chokes you. And one swears that common-sense-" "One swears that common-sense may go to the devil," said his Grace of Ormskirk, "whence I don't say it didn't emanate! And one swears that, after all, there is excellent stuff in you! Your idiotic conduct, sir, makes me far happier than you know!..".

The Cabell case belongs to comedy in the grand manner. For fifteen years or more the man wrote and wrote-good stuff, sound stuff, extremely original stuff, often superbly fine stuff-and yet no one in the whole of this vast and incomparable Republic arose to his merit-no one, that is, save a few encapsulated enthusiasts, chiefly somewhat dubious. It would be difficult to imagine a first-rate artist cloaked in greater obscurity, even in the remotest lands of Ghengis Khan.

Prudence urges me here to forestall detection, by conceding that this brief play has no pretension to "literary" quality. It is a piece in its inception designed for, and in its making swayed by, the requirements of the little theatre stage. The one virtue which anybody anywhere could claim for The Jewel Merchants is the fact that it "acts" easily and rather effectively.

Sad hours and glad hours, and all hours, pass over; One thing unshaken stays: Life, that hath Death for spouse, hath Chance for lover; Whereby decays Each thing save one thing: -mid this strife diurnal Of hourly change begot, Love that is God-born, bides as God eternal, And changes not;- Nor means a tinseled dream pursuing lovers Find altered by-and-bye, When, with possession, time anon discovers Trapped dreams must die, - For he that visions God, of mankind gathers One manlike trait alone, And reverently imputes to Him a father's Love for his son.

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This is the story of Margaret Hugonin and of the Eagle. And with your permission, we will for the present defer all consideration of the bird, and devote our unqualified attention to Margaret. I have always esteemed Margaret the obvious, sensible, most appropriate name that can be bestowed upon a girl-child, for it is a name that fits a woman--any woman--as neatly as her proper size in gloves.

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The Eagle's Shadow is a novel by James Branch Cabell, first published in 1904. The story is set in Virginia during the American Civil War and follows the life of a young Confederate soldier named Manuel. Manuel is a brave and honorable soldier who is deeply committed to the Confederate cause, but his loyalty is tested when he falls in love with a Union sympathizer named Margaret. As Manuel struggles with his feelings for Margaret and his duty to his country, he must also confront the harsh realities of war and the difficult choices that come with it. The novel explores themes of love, loyalty, and the moral complexities of war, and is widely regarded as one of Cabell's most powerful works. With its vivid descriptions of battle and its nuanced portrayal of complex characters, The Eagle's Shadow is a must-read for anyone interested in American history or classic literature.1904. Today, some recognize Cabell as one of the first contemporary writers from the South. He is also noted for his unique blending of classic myths and legends with his own imagination and is considered a pioneer of fantasy writing. The book begins: This is the story of Margaret Hugonin and of the Eagle. And with your permission, we will for the present defer all consideration of the bird, and devote our unqualified attention to Margaret. I have always esteemed Margaret the obvious, sensible, most appropriate name that can be bestowed upon a girl-child, for it is a name that fits a woman-any woman-as neatly as her proper size in gloves. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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This Is A New Release Of The Original 1917 Edition.

Felix Kennaston is known around the town of Lichfield as a dreamer, a strange man with literary ambitions and little to show for them. While finishing a story, he discovers a strange talisman. Later that night, a dream inspires him to change his novel's ending, guaranteeing its unlikely success. The Cream of the Jest is a novel by James Branch Cabell.

The Civil War has come and gone, but the old guard of Lichfield continue to live as though little has changed. Robert Townsend, born into a prominent Southern family, is a young man who spend his days spinning tall tales of chivalry and astonishing acts of heroism. The Cords of Vanity is a novel by James Branch Cabell.