2015, ISBN: 9781465538406

The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody… Mehr…

The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody, if they wish to leave the world a better and happier place for their stay in it, should endeavour to adopt some speciality and make it their own. Chapple's speciality was being late for breakfast. He was late not once or twice, but every day. Sometimes he would scramble in about the time of the second cup of coffee, buttoning his waistcoat as he sidled to his place. Generally he would arrive just as the rest of the house were filing out; when, having lurked hidden until Mr. Seymour was out of the way, he would enter into private treaty with Herbert, the factotum, who had influence with the cook, for Something Hot and maybe a fresh brew of coffee. For there was nothing of the amateur late-breakfaster about Chapple. Your amateur slinks in with blushes deepening the naturally healthy hue of his face, and, bolting a piece of dry bread and gulping down a cup of cold coffee, dashes out again, filled more with good resolutions for the future than with food. Not so Chapple. He liked his meals. He wanted a good deal here below, and wanted it hot and fresh. Conscience had but a poor time when it tried to bully Chapple. He had it weak in the first round. But there was one more powerful than Conscience?Mr. Seymour. He had marked the constant lateness of our hero, and disapproved of it. Thus it happened that Chapple, having finished an excellent breakfast one morning some twenty minutes after everybody else, was informed as he sat in the junior day-room trying, with the help of an illustrated article in a boys' paper, to construct a handy model steam-engine out of a reel of cotton and an old note-book?for his was in many ways a giant brain?that Mr. Seymour would like to have a friendly chat with him in his study. Laying aside his handy model steam-engine, he went off to the housemaster's study. ''You were late for breakfast to-day,'' said Mr. Seymour, in the horrid, abrupt way housemasters have, The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody, if they wish to leave the world a better and happier place for their stay in it, should endeavour to adopt some speciality and make it their own. Chapple's speciality was being late for breakfast. He was late not once or twice, but every day. Sometimes he would scramble in about the time of the second cup of coffee, buttoning his waistcoat as he sidled to his place. Generally he would arrive just as the rest of the house were filing out; when, having lurked hidden until Mr. Seymour was out of the way, he would enter into private treaty with Herbert, the factotum, who had influence with the cook, for Something Hot and maybe a fresh brew of coffee. For there was nothing of the amateur late-breakfaster about Chapple. Your amateur slinks in with blushes deepening the naturally healthy hue of his face, and, bolting a piece of dry bread and gulping down a cup of cold coffee, dashes out again, filled more with good resolutions for the future than with food. Not so Chapple. He liked his meals. He wanted a good deal here below, and wanted it hot and fresh. Conscience had but a poor time when it tried to bully Chapple. He had it weak in the first round. But there was one more powerful than Conscience?Mr. Seymour. He had marked the constant lateness of our hero, and disapproved of it. Thus it happened that Chapple, having finished an excellent breakfast one morning some twenty minutes after everybody else, was informed as he sat in the junior day-room trying, with the help of an illustrated article in a boys' paper, to construct a handy model steam-engine out of a reel of cotton and an old note-book?for his was in many ways a giant brain?that Mr. Seymour would like to have a friendly chat with him in his study. Laying aside his handy model steam-engine, he went off to the housemaster's study. ''You were late for breakfast to-day,'' said Mr. Seymour, in the horrid, abrupt way housemasters have Inhoud: Taal: Duitstalig; Bindwijze: E-book; Verschijningsdatum: maart 2015; Ebook formaat: Adobe ePub; Illustraties: Nee; Betrokkenen: Auteur: Georg Trakl; Uitgever: Library Of Alexandria; Lees mogelijkheden: Lees dit ebook op: Android (smartphone en tablet) | Kobo e-reader | Desktop (Mac en Windows) | iOS (smartphone en tablet) | Windows (smartphone en tablet) | Overige e-reader; EAN: Overige kenmerken: NUR code: 320; Duitstalig | E-book | 9781465538406, Boeken, Poëzie, Bloemlezingen & Letterkunde, Library Of Alexandria<

2015, ISBN: 9781465538406

The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody… Mehr…

The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody, if they wish to leave the world a better and happier place for their stay in it, should endeavour to adopt some speciality and make it their own. Chapple's speciality was being late for breakfast. He was late not once or twice, but every day. Sometimes he would scramble in about the time of the second cup of coffee, buttoning his waistcoat as he sidled to his place. Generally he would arrive just as the rest of the house were filing out; when, having lurked hidden until Mr. Seymour was out of the way, he would enter into private treaty with Herbert, the factotum, who had influence with the cook, for Something Hot and maybe a fresh brew of coffee. For there was nothing of the amateur late-breakfaster about Chapple. Your amateur slinks in with blushes deepening the naturally healthy hue of his face, and, bolting a piece of dry bread and gulping down a cup of cold coffee, dashes out again, filled more with good resolutions for the future than with food. Not so Chapple. He liked his meals. He wanted a good deal here below, and wanted it hot and fresh. Conscience had but a poor time when it tried to bully Chapple. He had it weak in the first round. But there was one more powerful than Conscience?Mr. Seymour. He had marked the constant lateness of our hero, and disapproved of it. Thus it happened that Chapple, having finished an excellent breakfast one morning some twenty minutes after everybody else, was informed as he sat in the junior day-room trying, with the help of an illustrated article in a boys' paper, to construct a handy model steam-engine out of a reel of cotton and an old note-book?for his was in many ways a giant brain?that Mr. Seymour would like to have a friendly chat with him in his study. Laying aside his handy model steam-engine, he went off to the housemaster's study. ''You were late for breakfast to-day,'' said Mr. Seymour, in the horrid, abrupt way housemasters have, The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody, if they wish to leave the world a better and happier place for their stay in it, should endeavour to adopt some speciality and make it their own. Chapple's speciality was being late for breakfast. He was late not once or twice, but every day. Sometimes he would scramble in about the time of the second cup of coffee, buttoning his waistcoat as he sidled to his place. Generally he would arrive just as the rest of the house were filing out; when, having lurked hidden until Mr. Seymour was out of the way, he would enter into private treaty with Herbert, the factotum, who had influence with the cook, for Something Hot and maybe a fresh brew of coffee. For there was nothing of the amateur late-breakfaster about Chapple. Your amateur slinks in with blushes deepening the naturally healthy hue of his face, and, bolting a piece of dry bread and gulping down a cup of cold coffee, dashes out again, filled more with good resolutions for the future than with food. Not so Chapple. He liked his meals. He wanted a good deal here below, and wanted it hot and fresh. Conscience had but a poor time when it tried to bully Chapple. He had it weak in the first round. But there was one more powerful than Conscience?Mr. Seymour. He had marked the constant lateness of our hero, and disapproved of it. Thus it happened that Chapple, having finished an excellent breakfast one morning some twenty minutes after everybody else, was informed as he sat in the junior day-room trying, with the help of an illustrated article in a boys' paper, to construct a handy model steam-engine out of a reel of cotton and an old note-book?for his was in many ways a giant brain?that Mr. Seymour would like to have a friendly chat with him in his study. Laying aside his handy model steam-engine, he went off to the housemaster's study. ''You were late for breakfast to-day,'' said Mr. Seymour, in the horrid, abrupt way housemasters have Inhoud: Taal: Duitstalig; Bindwijze: E-book; Verschijningsdatum: maart 2015; Ebook formaat: Adobe ePub; Illustraties: Nee; Betrokkenen: Auteur: Georg Trakl; Uitgever: Library Of Alexandria; Lees mogelijkheden: Lees dit ebook op: Android (smartphone en tablet) | Kobo e-reader | Desktop (Mac en Windows) | iOS (smartphone en tablet) | Windows (smartphone en tablet) | Overige e-reader; EAN:, Duitstalig | E-book | 9781465538406, Boeken, Poëzie, Bloemlezingen & Letterkunde, Library Of Alexandria<

3, ISBN: 9781465538406

The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody… Mehr…

The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody, if they wish to leave the world a better and happier place for their stay in it, should endeavour to adopt some speciality and make it their own. Chapple's speciality was being late for breakfast. He was late not once or twice, but every day. Sometimes he would scramble in about the time of the second cup of c The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody, if they wish to leave the world a better and happier place for their stay in it, should endeavour to adopt some speciality and make it their own. Chapple's speciality was being late for breakfast. He was late not once or twice, but every day. Sometimes he would scramble in about the time of the second cup of coffee, buttoning his waistcoat as he sidled to his place. Generally he would arrive just as the rest of the house were filing out; when, having lurked hidden until Mr. Seymour was out of the way, he would enter into private treaty with Herbert, the factotum, who had influence with the cook, for Something Hot and maybe a fresh brew of coffee. For there was nothing of the amateur late-breakfaster about Chapple. Your amateur slinks in with blushes deepening the naturally healthy hue of his face, and, bolting a piece of dry bread and gulping down a cup of cold coffee, dashes out again, filled more with good resolutions for the future than with food. Not so Chapple. He liked his meals. He wanted a good deal here below, and wanted it hot and fresh. Conscience had but a poor time when it tried to bully Chapple. He had it weak in the first round. But there was one more powerful than Conscience-Mr. Seymour. He had marked the constant lateness of our hero, and disapproved of it. Thus it happened that Chapple, having finished an excellent breakfast one morning some twenty minutes after everybody else, was informed as he sat in the junior day-room trying, with the help of an illustrated article in a boys' paper, to construct a handy model steam-engine out of a reel of cotton and an old note-book-for his was in many ways a giant brain-that Mr. Seymour would like to have a friendly chat with him in his study. Laying aside his handy model steam-engine, he went off to the housemaster's study Fiction & Literature, , Gedichte~~ Georg Trakl~~Fiction & Literature~~9781465538406, DE, Gedichte, Georg Trakl, 9781465538406, Library of Alexandria, 03/08/2015, , , , Library of Alexandria, 03/08/2015<

2015, ISBN: 9781465538406

Der im Juli 1913 erschienene Band Gedichte war die einzige Buchveröffentlichung, die Georg Trakl (1887-1914) erlebte. Der frühe Tod, im November 1914 in der psychiatrischen Abteilung eine… Mehr…

Der im Juli 1913 erschienene Band Gedichte war die einzige Buchveröffentlichung, die Georg Trakl (1887-1914) erlebte. Der frühe Tod, im November 1914 in der psychiatrischen Abteilung eines Militärhospitals in Krakau, hat der großen, dunklen literarischen Begabung ein jähes Ende gesetzt. Diese Gedichte aber, voller Vorahnungen, Verwandlungen, musikalischer Offenbarungen, haben die deutsche Lyrik mehr beein'ußt als Vieles vordem und später Geschriebene. Auch wegen des Dichters frühem Tod strahlen die Dichtungen für viele Leser Unheimliches und Unsagbares aus, bleiben sie ein Geheimnis, welches jeder erahnen möchte. Der Maler und Graphiker Johannes Heisig, der schon mit der Illustrierung von Pascals Pensées eine Vorliebe für die dunklen Wahrheiten entwickelte, versucht in expressiven Zeichnungen eine kongeniale Begleitung der lyrischen Verse, ohne sie zu interpretieren. Eine gelungene Symbiose aus Wort und Bild. Der im Juli 1913 erschienene Band Gedichte war die einzige Buchveröffentlichung, die Georg Trakl (1887-1914) erlebte. Der frühe Tod, im November 1914 in der psychiatrischen Abteilung eines Militärhospitals in Krakau, hat der großen, dunklen literarischen Begabung ein jähes Ende gesetzt. Diese Gedichte aber, voller Vorahnungen, Verwandlungen, musikalischer Offenbarungen, haben die deutsche Lyrik mehr beein'ußt als Vieles vordem und später Geschriebene. Auch wegen des Dichters frühem Tod strahlen die Dichtungen für viele Leser Unheimliches und Unsagbares aus, bleiben sie ein Geheimnis, welches jeder erahnen möchte.Der Maler und Graphiker Johannes Heisig, der schon mit der Illustrierung von Pascals Pensées eine Vorliebe für die dunklen Wahrheiten entwickelte, versucht in expressiven Zeichnungen eine kongeniale Begleitung der lyrischen Verse, ohne sie zu interpretieren. Eine gelungene Symbiose aus Wort und Bild. Inhoud: Taal: Duitstalig; Bindwijze: E-book; Verschijningsdatum: 2015-03-08; Ebook formaat: Adobe ePub; Illustraties: Nee; Betrokkenen: Auteur: Georg Trakl; Uitgever: Library Of Alexandria; Lees mogelijkheden: Lees dit ebook op: Android (smartphone en tablet) | Kobo e-reader | Desktop (Mac en Windows) | iOS (smartphone en tablet) | Windows (smartphone en tablet) | Overige e-reader; EAN: Overige kenmerken: NUR code: 320; Oorspronkelijke releasedatum: 2015-03-08; Duitstalig | E-book | 9781465538406, Boeken, Poëzie, Bloemlezingen & Letterkunde, Library Of Alexandria<

3, ISBN: 9781465538406

The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody… Mehr…

The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it. It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody, if they wish to leave the world a better and happier place fo Fiction & Literature, , Gedichte~~ Georg Trakl~~Fiction & Literature~~9781465538406, DE, Gedichte, Georg Trakl, 9781465538406, Library of Alexandria, 03/08/2015, , , , Library of Alexandria, 03/08/2015<