Название: JACK LONDON: All 22 Novels in One Illustrated Edition
Автор: Джек Лондон
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Книги для детей: прочее
isbn: 9788027220915
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III. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
IV. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
V. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
VII. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
VIII. From the Same to the Same
IX. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
XI. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
XII. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
XIII. From the Same to the Same
XIV. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
XV. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
XVI. From the Same to the Same
XVII. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
XVIII. From the Same to the Same
XIX. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
XX. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
XXI. From the Same to the Same
XXII. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
XXIII. From the Same to the Same
XXIV. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
XXV. From the Same to the Same
XXVI. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
XXVII. From the Same to the Same
XXVIII. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
XXIX. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
XXX. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
XXXI. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
XXXII. From the Same to the Same
XXXIII. From the Same to the Same
XXXIV. From the Same to the Same
XXXV. From the Same to the Same
XXXVI. From Herbert Wace to Dane Kempton
XXXVII. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
XXXVIII. From Hester Stebbins to Herbert Wace
XXXIX. From Hester Stebbins to Dane Kempton
"And of naught else than Love would we discourse."
—Dante, Sonnet II.
I. From Dane Kempton to Herbert Wace
London,
3 a Queen's Road, Chelsea, S.W.
August 14, 19—.
Yesterday I wrote formally, rising to the occasion like the conventional happy father rather than the man who believes in the miracle and lives for it. Yesterday I stinted myself. I took you in my arms, glad of what is and stately with respect for the fulness of your manhood. It is to-day that I let myself leap into yours in a passion of joy. I dwell on what has come to pass and inflate myself with pride in your fulfilment, more as a mother would, I think, and she your mother.
But why did you not write before? After all, the great event was not when you found your offer of marriage accepted, but when you found you had fallen in love. Then was your hour. Then was the time for congratulation, when the call was first sounded and the reveille of Time and About fell upon your soul and the march to another's destiny was begun. It is always more important to love than to be loved. I wish it had been vouchsafed me to be by when your spirit of a sudden grew willing to bestow itself without question or let or hope of return, when the self broke up and you grew fain to beat out your strength in praise and service for the woman who was soaring high in the blue wastes. You have known her long, and you must have been hers long, yet no word of her and of your love reached me. It was not kind to be silent.
Barbara spoke yesterday of your fastidiousness, СКАЧАТЬ