The Damnation of Theron Ware: Or Illumination (Penguin Classics)

The Damnation of Theron Ware: Or Illumination (Penguin Classics)

Harold Frederic

Language: English

Pages: 278

ISBN: 1453621725

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A candid inquiry into the intertwining of religious and sexual fervor, and a telling portrait of the United States at the end of the nineteenth century, this novel foreshadows the rise of naturalism in American literature.

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political conviction. Indeed, even among the laity, Theron could not feel sure that he had ever known a Democrat; that is, at all closely. He understood very little about politics, it is true. If he had been driven into a corner, and forced to attempt an explanation of this tremendous partisan unanimity in which he had a share, he would probably have first mentioned the War — the last shots of which were fired while he was still in petticoats. Certainly his second reason, however, would have been

striking, it didn’t give me a thirst to know his other poems. I fancied I shouldn’t like them. But I daresay I was wrong. As I get older, I find that I take less narrow views of literature — that is, of course, of light literature — and that — that — ” Celia mercifully stopped him. “The reason I asked you was — ” she began, and then herself paused. “Or no — never mind that — tell me something else. Are you fond of pictures, statuary, the beautiful things of the world? Do great works of art, the

briefly. “Well, then, I will bid you good-night here, I think,” Theron remarked, coming to a halt, and offering his hand. “It must be getting very late, and my — that is — I have to be up particularly early tomorrow. So good-night; I hope you will be feeling ever so much better in spirits in the morning.” “Oh, that doesn’t matter,” replied the girl, listlessly. “It’s a very paltry little affair, this life of ours, at the best of it. Luckily it’s soon done with — like a bad dream.” “Tut! tut! I

few days, and leave this whole thing to me. I’ll pull it into shipshape for you. No — wait a minute — don’t interrupt now. I have taken a liking to you. You’ve got brains, and you’ve got human nature in you, and heart. What you lack is sabe — common-sense. You’ll get that, too, in time, and meanwhile I’m not going to stand by and see you cut up and fed to the dogs for want of it. I’ll get you through this scrape, and put you on your feet again, right-side-up-with-care, because, as I said, I like

had come there in the hope of encountering Celia Madden. Now that he looked this fact in the face, there was nothing remarkable about it. In truth, it was simplicity itself. He was still a sick man, weak in body and dejected in spirits. The thought of how unhappy and unstrung he was came to him now with an insistent pathos that brought tears to his eyes. He was only obeying the universal law of nature — the law which prompts the pallid spindling sprout of the potato in the cellar to strive

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