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Winston Churchill. Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in Laurania
Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in Laurania
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. AN EVENT OF POLITICAL IMPORTANCE
CHAPTER II. THE HEAD OF THE STATE
CHAPTER III. THE MAN OF THE MULTITUDE
CHAPTER IV. THE DEPUTATION
CHAPTER V. A PRIVATE CONVERSATION
CHAPTER VI. ON CONSTITUTIONAL GROUNDS
CHAPTER VII. THE STATE BALL
CHAPTER VIII "IN THE STARLIGHT."
CHAPTER IX. THE ADMIRAL
CHAPTER X. THE WAND OF THE MAGICIAN
CHAPTER XI. IN THE WATCHES OF THE NIGHT
CHAPTER XII. A COUNCIL OF WAR
CHAPTER XIII. THE ACTION OF THE EXECUTIVE
CHAPTER XIV. THE LOYALTY OF THE ARMY
CHAPTER XV. SURPRISES
CHAPTER XVI. THE PROGRESS OF THE REVOLT
CHAPTER XVII. THE DEFENCE OF THE PALACE
CHAPTER XVIII. FROM A WINDOW
CHAPTER XIX. AN EDUCATIONAL EXPERIENCE
CHAPTER XX. THE END OF THE QUARREL
CHAPTER XXI. THE RETURN OF THE FLEET
CHAPTER XXII. LIFE'S COMPENSATIONS
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Winston Churchill
Published by Good Press, 2021
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The room was lit by electric light in portable shaded lamps. The walls were covered with shelves, filled with well-used volumes. To that Pantheon of Literature none were admitted till they had been read and valued. It was a various library: the philosophy of Schopenhauer divided Kant from Hegel, who jostled the Memoirs of St. Simon and the latest French novel; RASSELAS and LA CURÉE lay side by side; eight substantial volumes of Gibbon's famous History were not perhaps inappropriately prolonged by a fine edition of the DECAMERON; the ORIGIN OF SPECIES rested by the side of a black-letter Bible; THE REPUBLIC maintained an equilibrium with VANITY FAIR and the HISTORY OF EUROPEAN MORALS. A volume of Macaulay's Essays lay on the writing-table itself; it was open, and that sublime passage whereby the genius of one man has immortalised the genius of another was marked in pencil. And history, while for the warning of vehement, high, and daring natures, she notes his many errors, will yet deliberately pronounce that among the eminent men whose bones lie near his, scarcely one has left a more stainless, and none a more splendid name.
A half-empty box of cigarettes stood on a small table near a low leathern armchair, and by its side lay a heavy army-revolver, against the barrel of which the ashes of many cigarettes had been removed. In the corner of the room stood a small but exquisite Capitoline Venus, the cold chastity of its colour reproaching the allurements of its form. It was the chamber of a philosopher, but of no frigid, academic recluse; it was the chamber of a man, a human man, who appreciated all earthly pleasures, appraised them at their proper worth, enjoyed, and despised them.
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