Name: Dear Brutus (en Inglés)
Price: 49626.00 COP
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Author: Barrie, James Matthew
ISBN: 9781484867839

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

James Matthew Barrie

Editorial

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

24.6 x 18.9 x 0.4 cm

Peso

0.16 kg.

ISBN13

9781484867839

Categorías

Textos antiguos, clásicos y medievales

Dear Brutus (en Inglés)

James Matthew Barrie (Autor) · Createspace Independent Publishing Platform · Tapa Blanda

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Reseña del libro "Dear Brutus (en Inglés)"

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...anxious that she should know him as he really is.) I don't know, Mabel, whether you have noticed that I am not like other men. (He goes deeply into the very structure of his being.) All my life I have been a soul that has had to walk alone. Even as a child I had no hope that it would be otherwise. I distinctly remember when I was six thinking how unlike other children I was. Before I was twelve I suffered from terrible self-depreciation; I do so still. I suppose there never was a man who had a more lowly opinion of himself. Mabel. Jack, you who are so universally admired. Purdie. That doesn't help; I remain my own judge. I am afraid I am a dark spirit, Mabel. Yes, yes, my dear, let me leave nothing untold however it may damage me in your eyes. Your eyes! I cannot remember a time when I did not think of Love as a great consuming passion; I visualised it, Mabel, as perhaps few have done, but always as the abounding joy that could come to others but never to me. I expected too much of women: I suppose I was touched to finer issues than most. That has been my tragedy. Mabel. Then you met Joanna. Purdie. Then I met Joanna. Yes! Foolishly, as I now see, I thought she would understand that I was far too deep a nature really to mean the little things I sometimes said to her. I suppose a man was never placed in such a position before. What was I to do? Remember, I was always certain that the ideal love could never come to me. Whatever the circumstances, I was convinced that my soul must walk alone. Mabel. Joanna, how could you? Purdie (firmly). Not a word against her, Mabel; if blame there is the blame is mine. Mabel. And so you married her. Purdie. And so I married her. Mabel. Out of pity. Purdie. I felt it was a man's part. I was such a child in...