Other editions of book Actions and Reactions - Vol 24

Joseph Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) was an English author and poet, born in India, and best known today for his children's books. Contents: An Habitation Enforced; The Recall; Garm-a Hostage; The Power of the Dog; The Mother Hive; The Bees and the Flies; With the Night Mail; The Four Angels; A Deal in Cotton; The New Knighthood; The Puzzler; Little Foxes; Gallio's Song; The House Surgeon; The Rabbi's Song.

This volume contains a collection of short stories written by the seminal English poet and author, Rudyard Kipling. The stories are varied in their themes and range from supernatural tales to science fiction. This wonderful collection is worthy of a place on any bookshelf, and will be of particular value to fans and collectors of Kipling's work. The stories include: "An Habitation Enforced", "The Recall", "Garm - A Hostage", "The Power of the Dog", "The Mother Hive", "The Bees and the Flies", "With the Night Mail", "The Four Angels", "A Deal in Cotton", "The New Knighthood", and many more. Joseph Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936) was a seminal English short-story writer, novelist, and poet. He is most famous for writing many stories and poems concerning British soldiers in India. Many vintage texts such as this are increasingly scarce and expensive, and it is with this in mind that we are republishing this book now, in an affordable, high-quality, modern edition. It comes complete with a specially commissioned biography of the author.

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It came without warning, at the very hour his hand was outstretched to crumple the Holz and Gunsberg Combine. The New York doctors called it overwork, and he lay in a darkened room, one ankle crossed above the other, tongue pressed into palate, wondering whether the next brain-surge of prickly fires would drive his soul from all anchorages. At last they gave judgment. With care he might in two years return to the arena, but for the present he must go across the water and do no work whatever. He accepted the terms. It was capitulation; but the Combine that had shivered beneath his knife gave him all the honours of war: Gunsberg himself, full of condolences, came to the steamer and filled the Chapins' suite of cabins with overwhelming flower-works.“Smilax,” said George Chapin when he saw them. “Fitz is right. I'm dead; only I don't see why he left out the 'In Memoriam' on the ribbons!”“Nonsense!” his wife answered, and poured him his tincture. “You'll be back before you can think.”He looked at himself in the mirror, surprised that his face had not been branded by the hells of the past three months. The noise of the decks worried him, and he lay down, his tongue only a little pressed against his palate.An hour later he said: “Sophie, I feel sorry about taking you away from everything like this. I—I suppose we're the two loneliest people on God's earth to-night.”

*This Book is annotated (it contains a detailed biography of the author). *An active Table of Contents has been added by the publisher for a better customer experience. *This book has been checked and corrected for spelling errors. This is a scattershot collection of stories and poems that really have nothing in common with each other. Most of these come from Kipling's earlier years.ContentsAn habitation enforced -- The recall -- Garm, a hostage -- The power of the dog -- The mother hive -- The bees and the flies -- With the night mail -- The four angels -- A deal in cotton -- The new knighthood -- The puzzler -- The puzzler [poem] -- Little foxes -- Gallio's song -- The house surgeon -- The rabbi's song.

Imagine an alternate reality where the man who gave the world The Jungle Book and Gunga Din and The Phantom ‘Rickshaw was a science fiction writer – generations before Hugo Gernsbeck and Amazing; before the pulp SF that dominated the thirties; before intellectually prescient Astounding in the forties and sophisticated literary SF magazines like Galaxy and The Magazine Of Fantasy And Science Fiction fifties. Think of it: a world where Rudyard Kipling was a science fiction writer, long before SF as we understand it was invented. Well actually, he was. And the book you have in your hands – Actions And Reactions – is a wonderful example of it. It feels a lot like the sort of sophisticated SF – literary without being precious – we all remember from the Golden Age of Galaxy and The Magazine Of Fantasy And Science Fiction. Imagine that. We live in an alternate universe.

This work as a part of the knowledge base of civilization was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.It came without warning, at the very hour his hand was outstretched to crumple the Holz and Gunsberg Combine. The New York doctors called it overwork, and he lay in a darkened room, one ankle crossed above the other, tongue pressed into palate, wondering whether the next brainsurge of prickly fires would drive his soul from all anchorages. At last they gave judgment. With care he might in two years return to the arena, but for the present he must go across the water and do no work whatever. He accepted the terms. It was capitulation; but the Combine that had shivered beneath his knife gave him all the honours of war: Gunsberg himself, full of condolences, came to the steamer and filled the Chapins' suite of cabins with overwhelming flower-works. “Smilax,” said George Chapin when he saw them. “Fitz is right. I'm dead; only I don't see why he left out the 'In Memoriam' on the ribbons!” “Nonsense!” his wife answered, and poured him his tincture. “You'll be back before you can think.” He looked at himself in the mirror, surprised that his face had not been branded by the hells of the past three months. The noise of the decks worried him, and he lay down, his tongue only a little pressed against his palate. An hour later he said: “Sophie, I feel sorry about taking you away from everything like this. I—I suppose we're the two loneliest people on God's earth to-night.”