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Wyndham Lewis. Self Condemned
Self Condemned
Table of Contents
THE RESIGNATION
CHAPTER I
That Other Man Again
CHAPTER II
'You are not by any Chance a Fool, My Son?'
CHAPTER III
A Taxi-Ride and a Dinner at 'La Toulousaine'
CHAPTER IV
Hester Hears the News
CHAPTER V
Idealism Recognized
CHAPTER VI
How Victor Saw the Matter
CHAPTER VII
Rotter
CHAPTER VIII
An Agreeable Dinner-Party
CHAPTER IX
How Much Can we Afford to Jettison?
CHAPTER X
The Passenger who Wore the Ribbon of the Legion of Honour
Part Two
THE ROOM
CHAPTER XI
Twenty-five Feet by Twelve
CHAPTER XII
The Hotel and what Contains the Hotel
CHAPTER XIII
Affie and the 'Roaches
CHAPTER XIV
The Patroness of Rotten Janitors
CHAPTER XV
The Marvels of Momaco
CHAPTER XVI
The Word 'Brute' is not liked in the. Beverage Room
CHAPTER XVII
Vows of Hardship
CHAPTER XVIII
Mr. Furber
CHAPTER XIX
The Janitors
CHAPTER XX
The Private Life of Bill Murdoch
CHAPTER XXI
The Microcosm becomes an Iceberg
CHAPTER XXII
Had I the Wings of the Morning
Part Three
AFTER THE FIRE
CHAPTER XXIII
Momaco or London?
CHAPTER XXIV
The Party of Superman
CHAPTER XXV
Dinner at the McKenzies
CHAPTER XXVI
René becomes a Columnist
CHAPTER XXVII
The Black Fly
CHAPTER XXVIII
A New Book on the Stocks
CHAPTER XXIX
A Chair at Momaco
CHAPTER XXX
Police Headquarters
CHAPTER XXXI
The White Silence
CHAPTER XXXII
The College of the Sacred Heart
CHAPTER XXXIII
Return to the Normal
CHAPTER XXXIV
The Cemetery of Shells
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Wyndham Lewis
Published by Good Press, 2021
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The Cemetery of Shells
It might be argued that all the absurdity flowed from the owner of the house. This large, circular, red-brick building, containing some twenty flats standing back a little pretentiously from the other houses in the street, was the property of a strong-minded, disagreeable moustachioed old lady, named Mrs. Abbott. She was one of several sisters who had inherited various properties. This house had been her share, and the least desirable legacy. She heartily disliked the house and all her tenants. Her refusal to spend a penny on it had a number of comic consequences. One of the climaxes was when slates began raining on the heads of those leaving or entering it. It needed badly 'pointing': the cement was disintegrating between the bricks. Any day it might begin to collapse. Then half a dozen of the tenants appealed to the local Town Hall. Eventually one morning a notice was found posted inside the front doors, 'To whom it may concern'—and a statement declaring that 'This building is not safe.' Mrs. Abbott immediately served a week's notice on the six rebellious tenants, but some repairs were thereupon undertaken.
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