tion>Jerome K. Jerome
Paul Kelver
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664629982
Table of Contents
IN WHICH PAUL MAKES ACQUAINTANCE OF THE MAN WITH THE UGLY MOUTH.
HOW GOOD LUCK KNOCKED AT THE DOOR OF THE MAN IN GREY.
IN WHICH THERE COMES BY ONE BENT UPON PURSUING HIS OWN WAY.
HOW THE MAN IN GREY MADE READY FOR HIS GOING.
IN WHICH PAUL IS SHIPWRECKED, AND CAST INTO DEEP WATERS.
DESCRIBES THE DESERT ISLAND TO WHICH PAUL WAS DRIFTED.
HOW ON A SWEET GREY MORNING THE FUTURE CAME TO PAUL.
OF THE GLORY AND GOODNESS AND THE EVIL THAT GO TO THE MAKING OF LOVE.
HOW PAUL SET FORTH UPON A QUEST.
THE PRINCESS OF THE GOLDEN LOCKS SENDS PAUL A RING.
PROLOGUE.
IN WHICH THE AUTHOR SEEKS TO CAST THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THIS STORY UPON ANOTHER.
At the corner of a long, straight, brick-built street in the far East End of London—one of those lifeless streets, made of two drab walls upon which the level lines, formed by the precisely even window-sills and doorsteps, stretch in weary perspective from end to end, suggesting petrified diagrams proving dead problems—stands a house that ever draws me to it; so that often, when least conscious of my footsteps, I awake to find myself hurrying through noisy, crowded thoroughfares, where flaring naphtha lamps illumine fierce, patient, leaden-coloured faces; through dim-lit, empty streets, where monstrous shadows come and go upon the close-drawn blinds; through narrow, noisome streets, where the gutters swarm with children, and each ever-open doorway vomits riot; past reeking corners, and across waste places, till at last I reach the dreary goal of my memory-driven desire, and, coming to a halt beside the broken railings, find rest.
The house, larger than its fellows, built when the street was still a country lane, edging the marshes, strikes a strange note of individuality amid the surrounding harmony of hideousness. It is encompassed on two sides by what was once a garden, though now but a barren patch
