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Stephen Graham. Europe—Whither Bound?
Europe—Whither Bound?
Table of Contents
LETTERS OF TRAVEL. I. FROM ATHENS. EXTRA LEAVES
II. FROM CONSTANTINOPLE (I) III. FROM CONSTANTINOPLE (II) EXTRA LEAVES
IV. FROM SOFIA V. FROM BELGRADE (I) VI. FROM BELGRADE (II) VII. FROM BUDAPEST VIII. FROM VIENNA. EXTRA LEAVES
IX. FROM PRAGUE X. FROM WARSAW. EXTRA LEAVES
XI. FROM MUNICH XII. FROM BERLIN (I) XIII. FROM BERLIN (II) EXTRA LEAVES
XIV. FROM ROME XV. FROM MONTE CARLO XVI. FROM LONDON XVII. FROM PARIS. EUROPE—WHITHER BOUND?
LETTERS OF TRAVEL. I. FROM ATHENS
EXTRA LEAVES
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
II. FROM CONSTANTINOPLE (I)
LETTERS OF TRAVEL:
III. FROM CONSTANTINOPLE (II)
EXTRA LEAVES
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
IV. FROM SOFIA
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
V. FROM BELGRADE (I)
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
VI. FROM BELGRADE (II)
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
VII. FROM BUDAPEST
I BELIEVE IN ONE GOD. I BELIEVE IN GOD'S ETERNAL JUSTICE. I BELIEVE IN THE RESURRECTION OF HUNGARY
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
VIII. FROM VIENNA
EXTRA LEAVES
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
IX. FROM PRAGUE
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
X. FROM WARSAW
EXTRA LEAVES
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
XI. FROM MUNICH
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
XII. FROM BERLIN (I)
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
XIII. FROM BERLIN (II)
EXTRA LEAVES
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
XIV. FROM ROME
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
XV. FROM MONTE CARLO
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
XVI. FROM LONDON
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
XVII. FROM PARIS
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Stephen Graham
Being Letters of Travel from the Capitals of Europe in the Year 1921
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So he converted his consulate into a revenue-paying establishment. What does it matter about the public? It is only asked to give one day in ninety to these formalities and has the other eighty-nine to itself.
The Polish passport office in Berlin fully confirms this point of view. Here are inordinate crowds whom politics have separated from kith and kin, trying to get passes to go home, to live, to exist. The door-keeper smokes a cigar; the first clerk makes eyes at the women applicants, the girl clerks suck sweets, the Consulate clock runs on, and you pay hundreds of German marks each for the upkeep of the business.
