An Unsocial Socialist

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Modern library, 1917 - Irish fiction - 373 pages

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Shaw's main character certainly is unsocial. He says very pertinent things about the unfairness of the social order. He says reasonable things about the unimportance of romance. But he seems over all ... Read full review

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Sometimes you see something you missed in your life of reading. GBS was one of those. He was only an icon to me with a pointy beard, no longer popular, especially with the hip and then hippie set. I ... Read full review

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Page 108 - Now, no men are greater sticklers for the arbitrary dominion of genius and talent than your artists. The great painter is not satisfied with being sought after and admired because his hands can do more than ordinary hands, which they truly can, but he wants to be fed as if his stomach needed more food than ordinary stomachs, which it does not. A day's work is a day's work, neither more nor less, and the man who does it needs a day's sustenance, a night's repose, and due leisure, whether he be painter...
Page 364 - True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye : And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown : Jack shall have Jill ; Nought shall go ill ; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
Page 326 - You have the same security for its truth as for that of all the foolish things I confess to you. There!" He pointed to a panel of looking glass, in which Jane's figure was reflected at full length. "I dont see anything to admire," said Jane, looking at herself with no great favor.
Page 378 - Hetty, it is the wildest romance ever penned. Wickens's boy was far nearer the mark. In conclusion, allow me to express my regret that you can find no better employment for your talent than the writing of novels. The first literary result of the foundation of our industrial system upon the profits of piracy and slave-trading was Shakspere. It is our misfortune that the sordid misery and hopeless horror of his view of man's destiny is still so appropriate to English society that we even to-day regard...
Page 227 - ... recognition at Gertrude, whose frosty stillness repudiated Lady Brandon's implication that the stranger was acquainted with her, and turned to Agatha, to whom he bowed. She made no sign; she was paralyzed. Lady Brandon reddened with anger. Sir Charles noted his guest's reception with secret satisfaction, but shared the embarrassment which oppressed all present except Trefusis, who seemed quite indifferent and assured, and unconsciously produced an impression that the others had not been equal...
Page 109 - He talks of the higher quality of his work, as if the higher quality of it were of his own making — as if it gave him a right to work less for his neighbor than his neighbor works for him — as if the ploughman could not do better without him than he without the ploughman — as if the value of the most celebrated pictures has not been questioned more than that of any straight furrow in the arable world — as if it did not take an apprenticeship of as many years to train the hand and eye of a...
Page 308 - It is an interesting story — or might be made so," said Erskine. " But you make my head spin with your confounded exchange values and stuff. Everything is a question of figures with you." " That comes of my not being a poet,
Page 363 - There goes a true woman," he said. " I have been persuading her to take the very best step open to her. I began by talking sense, like a man of honor, and kept at it for half an hour, but she would not listen to me. Then I talked romantic nonsense of the cheapest sort for five minutes, and she consented with tears in her eyes.
Page 152 - Miss Wilson looked at him doubtfully. He remained perfectly grave. There was a pause. Then, as if she had made up her mind to be offended, she said, " Good-morning," shortly. " Good-morning, Miss Wilson. The son of a millionaire, like the son of a king, is seldom free from mental disease. I am just mad enough to be a mountebank. If I were a little madder, I should perhaps really believe myself Smilash instead of merely acting him. Whether you ask me to forget myself for a moment, or to remember myself...
Page 356 - It was j conceived and executed in less than a minute. Although my first marriage was a silly love match and a failure, I have always admitted to myself that I should marry again. A bachelor is a man who shirks responsibilities and duties; I seek them, and consider it my duty, with my monstrous superfluity of means, not to let the individualists outbreed me. Still, I was in no hurry, having other things to occupy me, and being fond of my bachelor freedom, and doubtful sometimes whether I had any...

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