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Title: And Even Now
Essays

Author: Max Beerbohm

Release Date: November, 1999 [Etext #1956]
Posting Date: November 21, 2009

Language: English

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AND EVEN NOW

By Max Beerbohm

TO MY WIFE

I offer here some of the essays that I have written in the course of
the past ten years. While I was collecting them and (quite patiently)
reading them again, I found that a few of them were in direct reference
to the moments at which they were severally composed. It was clear that
these must have their dates affixed to them. And for sake of uniformity
I have dated all the others, and, doing so, have thought I need not
exclude all such topical remarks as in them too were uttered, nor throw
into a past tense such of those remarks as I have retained. Perhaps a
book of essays ought to seem as if it had been written a few days before
publication. On the other hand--but this is a Note, not a Preface. M.B.
Rapallo, 1920.

CONTENTS

A RELIC (1918)
'HOW SHALL I WORD IT?' (1910)
MOBLED KING (1911)
KOLNIYATSCH (1913)
NO. 2. THE PINES (1914)
A LETTER THAT WAS NOT WRITTEN (1914)
BOOKS WITHIN BOOKS (1914)
THE GOLDEN DRUGGET (1918)
HOSTS AND GUESTS (1918)
A POINT TO BE REMEMBERED (1918)
SERVANTS (1918)
GOING OUT FOR A WALK (1918)
QUIA IMPERFECTUM (1918)
SOMETHING DEFEASIBLE (1919)
'A CLERGYMAN' (1918)
THE CRIME (1920)
IN HOMES UNBLEST (1919)
WILLIAM AND MARY (1920)
ON SPEAKING FRENCH (1919)
LAUGHTER (1920)

A RELIC 1918.

Yesterday I found in a cupboard an old, small, battered portmanteau
which, by the initials on it, I recognised as my own property. The
lock appeared to have been forced. I dimly remembered having forced it
myself, with a poker, in my hot youth, after some journey in which I had
lost the key; and this act of violence was probably the reason why the
trunk had so long ago ceased to travel. I unstrapped it, not without
dust; it exhaled the fain