Books with author Robert Smythe Hichens

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Excerpt from Snake-Bite and Other StoriesPierpont's hugeness half frightened, half disgusted some people. Others were impressed and attracted by it. These called him a glorious-looking man. The Arabs of Beni Mora admired him, and thought him one of the most kingly travellers who had ever penetrated to their oasis. They respected him, too, because he had an immense fortune.This fortune had not been gained for himself by Pier pont. He was no hustling captain of industry, and he knew very little of Wall Street. His father, now dead, Carrington Pierpont, had bequeathed to him his millions, and he had never worked hard for a living. For a few years he had been in the diplomatic service, and had lived in Paris, London, Rome, and Madrid. Then he had retired and had travelled widely. He had a taste for ornithology, was an intellectual man, an unwearied student of his kind, and a good, though not untiring, sportsman.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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The Green Carnation is a shameful novella whose protagonists are nearly with reference with Oscar Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas - also famous as Bosie, whom the novelist for himself knew. It was a fast succès de scandale on both sides of the Atlantic. The novel highlights the heroes Esmé Amarinth - Wilde, and Lord Reginald (Reggie) Hastings - Douglas. The scripts of the protagonist and his younger buddy in the tale are typically collected from the quotations of the original authors. Robert Hichens spent almost a year "in the company of the men" and to exactly remake the impression and link between Oscar and Bosie. The novel was taken out from publication in 1895, during those times when there was already loss. Oscar thereafter stood 3 uninterrupted trials for Gross Indecency and was sent to prison to two years at hard work. The Green Carnation was among the writings used counter to him by the law suit.Robert Hichens or Robert Smythe Hichens was a British journalist, author, music lyricist, writer of short stories, music critic and co-writer of famous theatricals. He is mostly recognized as a humorist of the Naughty Nineties. At 17, he wrote his first book, The Coastguard's Secret. Then he first came to be successful with the release of The Green Carnation, a humor of his colleagues Oscar Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas; when the novel made certain that Oscar was gay, it was taken out from issuance, although not before assisting in setting the platform for Oscar’s public shame and failure.Robert was also comrades with many other novelists, such as E. F. Benson and Reggie Turner, along with the composer Maude Valerie White.His first huge popularity was An Imaginative Man; taking place in Cairo, Egypt, a location which attracted him, it is a scrutiny of folly, in which the lead character has several intimate moments and later hits himself against the Great Sphinx.

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He slipped a green carnation into his evening coat, fixed it in its place with a pin, and looked at himself in the glass, the long glass that stood near the window of his London bedroom. The summer evening was so bright that he could see his double clearly, even though it was just upon seven o'clock. There he stood in his favourite and most characteristic attitude, with his left knee slightly bent, and his arms hanging at his sides, gazing, as a woman gazes at herself before she starts for a party. The low and continuous murmur of Piccadilly, like the murmur of a flowing tide on a smooth beach, stole to his ears monotonously, and inclined him insensibly to a certain thoughtfulness. Floating through the curtained window the soft lemon light sparkled on the silver backs of the brushes that lay on the toilet-table, on the dressing-gown of spun silk that hung from a hook behind the door, on the great mass of gloire de Dijon roses, that dreamed in an ivory-white bowl set on the writing-table of ruddy-brown wood. It caught the gilt of the boy's fair hair and turned it into brightest gold, until, despite the white weariness of his face, the pale fretfulness of his eyes, he looked like some angel in a church window designed by Burne-Jones, some angel a little blasé from the injudicious conduct of its life. He frankly admired himself as he watched his reflection, occasionally changing his pose, presenting himself to himself, now full face, now three-quarters face, leaning backward or forward, advancing one foot in its silk stocking and shining shoe, assuming a variety of interesting expressions. In his own opinion he was very beautiful, and he thought it right to appreciate his own qualities of mind and of body. He hated those fantastic creatures who are humble even in their self-communings, cowards who dare not acknowledge even to themselves how exquisite, how delicately fashioned they are. Quite frankly he told other people that he was very wonderful, quite frankly he avowed it to himself. There is a nobility in fearless truthfulness, is there not? and about the magic of his personality he could never be induced to tell a lie.