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The lower one’s vitality, the more sensitive one is to great art. But of course the bargain, such as mzx was, is off. I did not, when the time came, quite see that.

Nor is there a counterpoise in the thought that if he had had some measure of success he might have passed, like those others, out of my mind, to return only at the historian’s beck. Seated, he was more self-assertive. Subscriptions to our paper newsletter go to BU. Almost an hour to spare.

I tried, with bent brows, to resolve the discord. A Conte,” about a midinette who, so far as I could gather, murdered, or was about to murder, a mannequin. As for his landlady in Dyott Street, no doubt he had paid her weekly, and what possessions he may have had enocy his rooms were enough to save her from fretting.

I had read “L’Apres-midi d’un faune” without extracting a glimmer of meaning; yet Mallarme, of course, was a master. He said he cared not a sou for recognition. It was Rothenstein that took me to see, in Cambridge Street, Pimlico, a young man whose drawings were already famous among the few–Aubrey Beardsley by name.


Doomed to pay without respite an eternal price for nothing but a fruitless search and a bitter disillusioning. Soames had failed so piteously as all that! He was at our table in a stride. Throughout, in fact, there was a great variety of form, and the forms had evidently been wrought with much care.

But everybody else was.

Enoch Soames: A Memory of the Eighteen-Nineties by Sir Max Beerbohm

Look here Soames, you know me better than to suppose that I– After all, the name Max Beerbohm is not at all an uncommon one, and there must be several Enoch Soameses running around, or, rather, Enoch Soames is a name that might occur to any one writing a story. And people will be able to go and read there.

Try to remember everything. I vowed I would not look away from it again. My arms gradually became stiff; they ached; but I could not drop them–now. I remember saying at last that if indeed I was destined to write about him, the supposed “stauri” had better have at least a happy ending.

Enoch Soames – Wikipedia

They seemed to fall into two classes: I scream’d, “I will race you, Master! But you must see–” “I see the whole thing,” said Soames, quietly.

You realize, therefore, that on that afternoon, when it comes round, there the selfsame crowd will be, and there Soames will be, punctually, he and they doing precisely what they did before. It is for this I am Catholick in church and in thought, yet do let swift Mood weave there what sooames shuttle of Mood wills.


I had been out most of the morning and, as it maz too late to reach home in time for luncheon, I sought the Vingtieme. The devil looked at his watch. I remember pausing before a wide door-step and wondering if perchance it was on this very one that the young De Quincey lay ill and faint while poor Ann flew as fast as her feet would carry her to Oxford Street, the “stony-hearted stepmother” of them both, and came back bearing that “glass of port wine and spices” but for which he might, so he thought, actually have died.

How was I to know that Soames wasn’t another?

I could see that what was upmost in his mind was the fact that I had read “Negations. This page was last edited on 25 Decemberat He flung back the wings of his cape with a gesture which, had not those wings been waterproof, might have seemed to hurl defiance at things in general. Anybody who knew him would have recognized the portrait at a glance, but nobody who didn’t know him would have recognized the portrait from its bystander: Without turning my head, I had him well within my range of vision.

Now and again some poet or prosaist may have said to another, “What has become of that man Soames?