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"On Schooling and the Phases of Mr. Sandsome" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. I do not know if you remember your "dates." Indeed, I do not know if anyone does. My own memory is of a bridge; like that bridge of Goldsmith's, standing firm and clear on its hither piers and then passing into a cloud.

"The Trouble of Life" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. I do not know whether this will awaken a sympathetic lassitude in, say, fifty per cent. of its readers, or whether my experience is unique and my testimony simply curious. At any rate, it is as true as I can make it.

"Of Cleverness: Apropos of One Crichton" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. Crichton is an extremely clever person-abnormally, indeed almost unnaturally, so. He is not merely clever at this or that, but clever all round; he gives you no consolations. He goes about being needlessly brilliant.

"The Veteran Cricketer" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. My old cricketer was seized, he says, some score of years ago now, by sciatica, clutched indeed about the loins thereby, and forcibly withdrawn from the practice of the art; since when a certain predisposition to a corpulent habit has lacked its natural check of exercise, and a broadness almost Dutch has won upon him.

"The Book of Essays Dedicatory" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. I have been bothered about this book this three months. I have written scarcely anything since Llewellyn asked me for it, for when he asked me I had really nothing on hand. I had just published every line I had ever written, at my own expense, with Prigsbys.

"How I Died" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. It is now ten years ago since I received my death warrant. All these ten years I have been, and I am, and shall be, I hope, for years yet, a Doomed Man. It only occurred to me yesterday that I had been dodging-missing rather than dodging-the common enemy for such a space of time.

"The Unnamable" is a horror short story by American author H. P. Lovecraft. It was written in September 1923, first published in the July 1925 issue of Weird Tales, and first collected in Beyond the Wall of Sleep. Carter, a weird fiction writer, who is likely the Randolph Carter who features in some of Lovecraft's other tales such as "The Statement of Randolph Carter", meets with his close friend, Joel Manton, in a cemetery near an old, dilapidated house on Meadow Hill in the town of Arkham, Massachusetts.

"The Literary Regimen" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. At the risk of offending the young beginner's illusions, he must be reminded of one or two homely but important facts bearing upon literary production. Homely as they are, they explain much that is at first puzzling.

"The Pose Novel" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. I watched the little spurts of flame jet out from between the writhing pages of my manuscript, watched the sheets coil up in their fiery anguish and start one from another.

"Dunstone's Dear Lady" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. The story of Dunstone is so slight, so trivial in its cardinal incidents, such a business of cheap feathers and bits of ribbon on the surface, that I should hesitate to tell it, were it not for its Inwardness, what one might call the symbolism of the thing. Frankly, I do not clearly see what that symbolism is, but I feel it hovering in some indefinable way whenever I recall his case.

"The Shopman" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. If I were really opulent, I would not go into a shop at all-I would have a private secretary. If I were really determined, Euphemia would do these things. As it is, I find buying things in a shop the most exasperating of all the many trying duties of life.

"The Pleasure of Quarreling" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. Your cultivated man is apt to pity the respectable poor, on the score of their lack of small excitements, and even in the excess of his generous sympathy to go a Toynbee-Halling in their cause.

"Bagarrow" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. Frankly, I detest this Bagarrow. Yet it is quite generally conceded that Bagarrow is a very well-meaning fellow. But the trouble is to understand him. To do that I have been at some pains, and yet I am still a mere theorist.

"Of a Book Unwritten" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. Accomplished literature is all very well in its way, no doubt, but much more fascinating to the contemplative man are the books that have not been written. These latter are no trouble to hold; there are no pages to turn over.

"For Freedom of Spelling: The Discovery of an Art" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. It is curious that people do not grumble more at having to spell correctly.

"Thoughts on Cheapness and My Aunt Charlotte" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. The world mends. In my younger days people believed in mahogany; some of my readers will remember it - a heavy, shining substance, having a singularly close resemblance to raw liver, exceedingly heavy to move, and esteemed on one or other count the noblest of all woods.

"Through a Microscope: Some Moral Reflections" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. This dabbler person has recently disposed of his camera and obtained a microscope-a short, complacent-looking implement it is, of brass-and he goes about everywhere now with little glass bottles in his pocket, ready to jump upon any stray polly-woggle he may find, and hale it home and pry into its affairs.

"The Mode in Monuments: Stray Thoughts in Highgate Cemetery" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. On a sharp, sunlight morning, when the white clouds are drifting swiftly across the luminous blue sky, there is no finer walk about London than the Highgate ridge.

"From an Observatory" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. It will be some time yet before the rising of the moon. Looking down from the observatory one can see the pathways across the park dotted out in yellow lamps, each with a fringe of dim green; and further off, hot and bright, is the tracery of the illuminated streets, through which the people go to and fro. Save for an occasional stirring, or a passing voice speaking out of the dimness beneath me, the night is very still.

"The Coal-Scuttle: A Study in Domestic Aesthetics" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. Euphemia, who loves to have home dainty and delightful, would have no coals if she could dispense with them, much less a coal-scuttle. Indeed, it would seem she would have no fireplace at all, if she had her will.