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The trouble with Harrowby Hall was that it was haunted, and, what was worse, the ghost did not content itself with merely appearing at the bedside of the afflicted person who saw it, but persisted in remaining there for one mortal hour before it would disappear. It never appeared except on Christmas Eve, and then as the clock was striking twelve, in which respect alone was it lacking in that originality which in these days is a sine qua non of success in spectral life. The owners of Harrowby Hall had done their utmost to rid themselves of the damp and dewy lady who rose up out of the best bedroom floor at midnight, but without avail. They had tried stopping the clock, so that the ghost would not know when it was midnight; but she made her appearance just the same, with that fearful miasmatic personality of hers, and there she would stand until everything about her was thoroughly saturated.

Excerpt from The IdiotBecause they are the sort Of views to which suffocation is the most appropriate end, snapped the School Master. Any man who asserts, as you have asserted, that life on a canal-boat has its advantages, ought to go further, and prove his sincerity by liv ing on one.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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John Kendrick Bangs (May 27, 1862 – January 21, 1922) was an American author, humorist, editor and satirist.He was born in Yonkers, New York. His father Francis Nehemiah Bangs was a lawyer in New York City, as was his brother, Francis S. Bangs.He went to Columbia College from 1880 to 1883 where he became editor of Columbia's literary magazine, Acta Columbia, and contributed short anonymous pieces to humor magazines. After graduation in 1883 with a Bachelor of Philosophy degree in Political Science, Bangs entered Columbia Law School but left in 1884 to become Associate Editor of Life under Edward S. Martin. Bangs contributed many articles and poems to the magazine between 1884 and 1888. During this period, Bangs published his first books.

The book is about a man writing a realist romance novel in which his main character (not coincidentally named Marguerite) is aware that she is being written about and is destined to be a part of a romance novel and fall in love with someone whom she detests. The heroine continually ruins the author's plans by attempting to exert his will over her; she refuses to love anyone other than the one she loves. The author then breaks down into madness and consults his friend, who turns out is the narrator of the story. The narrator, who is chronicling the events of the author, becomes furious at Marguerite, so he attempts to "punish" her physically; she is able to see past this and avoid being hurt. It turns out his friend and author becomes angry and threatens to murder the narrator if he attempts to harm her again. It continues like this for a while and becomes more bizarre as the narrator becomes the subject of Marguerite's writing and is threatened to be forced to be a puppet in her novel.

This anthology is a thorough introduction to classic literature for those who have not yet experienced these literary masterworks. For those who have known and loved these works in the past, this is an invitation to reunite with old friends in a fresh new format. From Shakespeare s finesse to Oscar Wilde s wit, this unique collection brings together works as diverse and influential as The Pilgrim s Progress and Othello. As an anthology that invites readers to immerse themselves in the masterpieces of the literary giants, it is must-have addition to any library.

John Kendrick Bangs (May 27, 1862 – January 21, 1922) was an American author, editor and satirist. This volume contains the THE IDIOT AT HOME of the famous humorous series "The Idiot", written by American author, editor and satirist John Kendrick Bangs, in which an odd character of simple thinking out-foxes those who think they are his better. While reading it, you won't be able to control yourself at times, and you will just laught outloud...

I, METHUSELAHGeorge W. Methuselah, that is.I, the oldest man of all time, am setting down my story here. Not in hieroglyphics, mind you, for I am no draftsman and these chisels and rocks are an awkward medium. (And Dear Reader, I assure you my tale is not as heavy at its manuscript!) No, I have chosen English, because French, Spanish, and German haven't come into being yet. The reason why I didn't choose Esperanto is contained herein.Here, for your edification, are my memories of my great, great, great grandfather and grandmother Adam and his Madam. (Eve, that is!) The true story of Cain and Abel? Look no further!And you'll want to hear the story of how my father, Enoch, named me. As Granpa Adam might have said, it's a rib-tickler!You'll be treated to my poetry, the genuine tale of my son Noah and that damp business with the Ark and . . .But enough! You're not getting any younger! Read! Enjoy. already!