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    A. V. Laider
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    A. V. Laider

    By Max Beerbohm

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    Release dateJun 1, 2004
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    Max Beerbohm

    Sir Henry Maximilian Beerbohm (1872-1956) was an English essayist, parodist, and caricaturist. Going by the name of Max Beerbohm, he became known for his big personality and humor. Beerbohm began writing while being educated at the Charterhouse School and then at Merton College, Oxford. However, as he was not an enthusiastic student, Beerbohm dropped out of school when he became popular in social circles. He continued his career as a writer, illustrator and later worked as a radio broadcaster. Beerbohm released several collections of his work, including short fiction, caricature sketches, and one novel.

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      A. V. Laider - Max Beerbohm

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of A. V. Laider, by Max Beerbohm

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

      Title: A. V. Laider

      Author: Max Beerbohm

      Posting Date: July 23, 2008 [EBook #761] Release Date: December, 1996

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A. V. LAIDER ***

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      A. V. Laider

      By

      MAX BEERBOHM

      I unpacked my things and went down to await luncheon.

      It was good to be here again in this little old sleepy hostel by the sea. Hostel I say, though it spelt itself without an s and even placed a circumflex above the o. It made no other pretension. It was very cozy indeed.

      I had been here just a year before, in mid-February, after an attack of influenza. And now I had returned, after an attack of influenza. Nothing was changed. It had been raining when I left, and the waiter—there was but a single, a very old waiter—had told me it was only a shower. That waiter was still here, not a day older. And the shower had not ceased.

      Steadfastly it fell on to the sands, steadfastly into the iron-gray sea. I stood looking out at it from the windows of the hall, admiring it very much. There seemed to be little else to do. What little there was I did. I mastered the contents of a blue hand-bill which, pinned to the wall just beneath the framed engraving of Queen Victoria's Coronation, gave token of a concert that was to be held—or, rather, was to have been held some weeks ago—in the town hall for the benefit of the Life-Boat Fund. I looked at the barometer, tapped it, was not the wiser. I wandered to the letter-board.

      These letter-boards always fascinate me. Usually some two or three of the envelops stuck into the cross-garterings have a certain newness and freshness. They seem sure they will yet be claimed. Why not? Why SHOULDN'T John Doe, Esq., or Mrs. Richard Roe turn up at any moment? I do not know. I can only say that nothing in the world seems to me more unlikely. Thus it is that these young bright envelops touch my heart even more than do their dusty and sallowed seniors. Sour resignation is less touching than impatience for what will not be, than the eagerness that has to wane and wither. Soured beyond measure these old envelops are. They are not nearly so nice as they should be to the young ones. They lose no chance of sneering and discouraging. Such dialogues as this are only too frequent:

      A Very Young Envelop: Something in me whispers that he will come to-day!

      A Very Old Envelop: He? Well, that's good! Ha, ha, ha! Why didn't he come last week, when YOU came? What reason have you for supposing he'll ever come now? It isn't as if he were a frequenter of the place. He's never been here. His name is utterly unknown here. You don't suppose he's coming on the chance of finding YOU?

      A. V. Y. E.: It may seem silly, but—something in me whispers—

      A. V. O. E.: Something

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