LITMIR.BIZ

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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Table of Contents

       INTRODUCTION

       ESMÉ

       THE MATCH-MAKER

       TOBERMORY

       MRS. PACKLETIDE'S TIGER

       THE STAMPEDING OF LADY BASTABLE

       THE BACKGROUND

       HERMANN THE IRASCIBLE—A STORY OF THE GREAT WEEP

       THE UNREST-CURE

       THE JESTING OF ARLINGTON STRINGHAM

       SREDNI VASHTAR

       ADRIAN

       THE CHAPLET

       THE QUEST

       WRATISLAV

       THE EASTER EGG

       FILBOID STUDGE, THE STORY OF A MOUSE THAT HELPED

       THE MUSIC ON THE HILL

       THE STORY OF ST. VESPALUUS

       THE WAY TO THE DAIRY

       THE PEACE OFFERING

       THE PEACE OF MOWSLE BARTON

       THE TALKING-OUT OF TARRINGTON

       THE HOUNDS OF FATE

       THE RECESSIONAL

       A MATTER OF SENTIMENT

       THE SECRET SIN OF SEPTIMUS BROPE

       "MINISTERS OF GRACE"

       THE REMOULDING OF GROBY LINGTON

       ACKNOWLEDGMENT

INTRODUCTION

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      There are good things which we want to share with the world and good things which we want to keep to ourselves. The secret of our favourite restaurant, to take a case, is guarded jealously from all but a few intimates; the secret, to take a contrary case, of our infallible remedy for seasickness is thrust upon every traveller we meet, even if he be no more than a casual acquaintance about to cross the Serpentine. So with our books. There are dearly loved books of which we babble to a neighbour at dinner, insisting that she shall share our delight in them; and there are books, equally dear to us, of which we say nothing, fearing lest the praise of others should cheapen the glory of our discovery. The books of "Saki" were, for me at least, in the second class.

      It was in the WESTMINSTER GAZETTE that I discovered him (I like to remember now) almost as soon as he was discoverable. Let us spare a moment, and a tear, for those golden days in the early nineteen hundreds, when there were five leisurely papers of an evening in which the free-lance might graduate, and he could speak of his Alma Mater, whether the GLOBE or the PALL MALL, with as much pride as, he never doubted, the GLOBE or the PALL MALL would speak one day of him. Myself but lately down from ST. JAMES', I was not too proud to take some slight but pitying interest in men of other colleges. The unusual name of a freshman up at WESTMINSTER attracted my attention; I read what he had to say; and it was only by reciting rapidly with closed eyes the names of our own famous alumni, beginning confidently with Barrie and ending, now very doubtfully, with myself, that I was able to preserve my equanimity. Later one heard that this undergraduate from overseas had gone up at an age more advanced than customary; and just as Cambridge men have been known to complain of the maturity of Oxford Rhodes scholars, so one felt that this WESTMINSTER free-lance in the thirties was no fit competitor for the youth of other colleges. Indeed, it could not compete.

      Well, I discovered him, but only to the few, the favoured, did I speak of him. It may have been my uncertainty (which still persists) whether he called himself Sayki, Sahki or Sakki which made me thus ungenerous of his name, or it may have been the feeling that the others were not worthy of him; but how refreshing it was when some intellectually blown-up stranger said "Do you ever read Saki?" to reply, with the same pronunciation and even greater condescension: "Saki! He has been my favourite author for years!"

      A strange exotic creature, this Saki, to us many others who were trying to do it too. For we were so domestic, he so terrifyingly cosmopolitan. While we were being funny, as planned, with collar-studs and hot-water bottles, he was being much funnier with werwolves and tigers. Our little dialogues were between John and Mary; his, and how much better, between Bertie van Tahn and the Baroness. Even the most casual intruder into one of his sketches, as it might be our Tomkins, had to be called Belturbet or de Ropp, and for his hero, weary man-of-the-world at seventeen, nothing less thrilling than Clovis Sangrail would do. In our envy we may have wondered sometimes if it were not much easier to be funny with tigers than with collar-studs; if Saki's careless cruelty, that strange boyish insensitiveness of his, did not give him an unfair start in the pursuit of laughter. It may have been so; but, fortunately, our efforts to be funny in the Saki manner have not survived to prove it.

      What is Saki's manner,

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