Balder Ex-Libris - Fort CharlesReview of books rare and missing2024-03-16T01:56:42+00:00urn:md5:aa728a70505b2fae05796923271581c2DotclearFort Charles - New landsurn:md5:5d441ff20fa09d3df740935b67e732d42015-05-09T17:48:00+01:002015-05-10T12:34:34+01:00balderFort CharlesFranceIslamUnited States <p><img src="https://balderexlibris.com/public/img3/Fort_Charles_-_New_lands.jpg" alt="" /><br />
Author : <strong>Fort Charles Hoy</strong><br />
Title : <strong>New lands</strong><br />
Year : 1925<br />
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Introduction by Booth Tarkington. "Personally" (as we are more wont to say in our youth than in any other ages) I find that a book with an Introduction always worries me a little. I want to read the book itself, not the Introduction, but for some reason I have a feeling that it is my unpleasant duty to read the Introduction. Usually I decide to read the book first and the Introduction afterward; but then my reading is tainted throughout by my sense of guilt; for I have learned by experience that I never do read the Introduction afterward. So, in time, I have reached the conclusion that an Introduction ought to inform the reader's mere first glance that he needn't feel guilty if he doesn't read it afterward. Adopting this view, the author of the present Introduction finds himself perfectly equipped for his task. Readers might be made much more uncomfortable if the Introduction of "New Lands" were what such a book might conventionally expect: a professionally scientific writer — preferably an outraged practising astronomer. A few years ago I had one of those pleasant illnesses that permit the patient to read in bed for several days without self-reproach; and I sent down to a bookstore for whatever might be available upon criminals, crimes and criminology. Among the books brought me in response to this morbid yearning was one with the title, "The Book of the Damned." I opened it, not at the first page, looking for Cartouche Jonathan Wild, Pranzini, Lacenaire, and read the following passage: "The fittest survive. What is meant by the fittest ? Not the strongest; not the cleverest - Weakness and stupidity everywhere survive. There is no way of determining fitness except in that a thing does survive. `Fitness' then, is only another name for `survival.'" <strong>...</strong></p>Fort Charles - The book of the damnedurn:md5:15a1be373c2c60e9516eac1f574671562013-06-11T14:06:00+01:002015-05-09T16:49:29+01:00balderFort CharlesForbidden History <p><img src="https://balderexlibris.com/public/img2/.Fort_Charles_-_The_book_of_the_damned_s.jpg" alt="" /><br />
Author : <strong>Fort Charles Hoy</strong><br />
Title : <strong>The book of the damned</strong><br />
Year : 1919<br />
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A PROCESSION of the damned. By the damned, I mean the excluded. We shall have a procession of data that Science has excluded. Battalions of the accursed, captained by pallid data that I have exhumed, will march. You'll read them—or they'll march. Some of them livid and some of them fiery and some of them rotten. Some of them are corpses, skeletons, mummies, twitching, tottering, animated by companions that have been damned alive. There are giants that will walk by, though sound asleep. There are things that are theorems and things that are rags: they'll go by like Euclid arm in arm with the spirit of anarchy. Here and there will flit little harlots. Many are clowns. But many are of the highest respectability. Some are assassins. There are pale stenches and gaunt superstitions and mere shadows and lively malices: whims and amiabilities. The naïve and the pedantic and the bizarre and the grotesque and the sincere and the insincere, the profound and the puerile. A stab and a laugh and the patiently folded hands of hopeless propriety. The ultra−respectable, but the condemned, anyway. The aggregate appearance is of dignity and dissoluteness: the aggregate voice is a defiant prayer: but the spirit of the whole is processional. The power that has said to all these things that they are damned, is Dogmatic Science. But they'll march. The little harlots will caper, and freaks will distract attention, and the clowns will break the rhythm of the whole with their buffooneries—but the solidity of the procession as a whole: the impressiveness of things that pass and pass and pass, and keep on and keep on and keep on coming. The irresistibleness of things that neither threaten nor jeer nor defy, but arrange themselves in mass−formations that pass and pass and keep on passing. <strong>...</strong></p>