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Oxford Reading LOST CAUSES.They find a home in Oxford, we are told lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties. Every bookcase is haunted by some antic ghost, which peers fleetingly from your friend's shoulder as he talks of literature, and cannot be exorcised by aspersions of laughter. Here sits a phantom Galsworthy, toying with a gold albert there flit the twin spirits of Mrs. Woolf and Miss SackvilleWest, and like smoke vanish away, twittering my own room is beset, as you see, by the sober shade of Arnold and the banshee shriek of Shaw is still loud in the land. These survivals have a piquant inconsistency, and we take a perverse pride, like Pater's Marius, in murmuring old rites and feeding the hoary Lar which drags its slow colubrine length about our hearth But not every author becomes a private deity. Millions now living are already dead often, indeed, they themselves make it difficult to diagnose the continuance of life. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Library Review Emerald Publishing

Oxford Reading

Library Review , Volume 2 (8): 6 – Aug 1, 1930

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Emerald Publishing
Copyright
Copyright © Emerald Group Publishing Limited
ISSN
0024-2535
DOI
10.1108/eb011918
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LOST CAUSES.They find a home in Oxford, we are told lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties. Every bookcase is haunted by some antic ghost, which peers fleetingly from your friend's shoulder as he talks of literature, and cannot be exorcised by aspersions of laughter. Here sits a phantom Galsworthy, toying with a gold albert there flit the twin spirits of Mrs. Woolf and Miss SackvilleWest, and like smoke vanish away, twittering my own room is beset, as you see, by the sober shade of Arnold and the banshee shriek of Shaw is still loud in the land. These survivals have a piquant inconsistency, and we take a perverse pride, like Pater's Marius, in murmuring old rites and feeding the hoary Lar which drags its slow colubrine length about our hearth But not every author becomes a private deity. Millions now living are already dead often, indeed, they themselves make it difficult to diagnose the continuance of life.

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Library ReviewEmerald Publishing

Published: Aug 1, 1930

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