Life and Death of Harriett FreanMacmillan, 1922 - Всего страниц: 129 Harriett is the Victorian embodiment of all the virtues then viewed as essential to the womanly ideal: a woman reared to love, honour and obey. Idolising her parents, she learns from childhood to equate love with self-sacrifice, so that when she falls in love with the fiance of her closest friend, renunciation of this unworthy passion initially brings her a peculiar sort of happiness. But the passing of time reveals a different truth. Ironic, brief and intensely realised, The Life and Death of Harriett Frean (1922) is a modernest novel, a brilliant study of female virtue seen as vice, and stands with the work of Virgina Woolf and Dorothy Richardson as one of the great innovative novels of the century. |
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Стр. 5 - Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been ? I've been to London to see the Queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there ? I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
Стр. 80 - ... One day she found herself reading the Dedication of The Ring and the Book over and over again without taking in its meaning, without any remembrance of its poignant secret. '"And all a wonder and a wild desire' — Mamma loved that." She thought she loved it too; but what she loved was the dark green book she had seen in her mother's long, white hands, and the sound of her mother's voice reading. She had followed her mother's mind with strained attention and anxiety, smiling when she smiled but...
Стр. 131 - Pussycat. Pussycat, what did you there? Pussy. Prissie. Prissiecat. Poor Prissie. She never goes to bed. She can't get up out of the chair." A figure in white, with a stiff white cap, stood by the bed. She named it, fixed it in her mind. Nurse. Nurse — that was what it was. She spoke to it. "It's sad — sad to go through so much pain and then to have a dead baby." The white curtain walls of the cubicle contracted, closed in on her. She was lying at the bottom of her white curtained nursery cot....
Стр. 6 - Pussycat, Pussycat, where have you been ? " " I've been to London, to see the Queen." "Pussycat, Pussycat, what did you there?" " I caught a little mouse under the chair." HER mother said it three times. And each time the Baby Harriett laughed. The sound of her laugh was so funny that she laughed again at that; she kept on laughing, with shriller and shriller squeals. " I wonder why she thinks it's funny," her mother said. Her father considered it. " I don't know. The cat perhaps. The cat and the...
Стр. 14 - ... raspberries and cream. She could feel her skin all hot and wet with shame. And now she was sitting up in the drawing-room at home. Her mother had brought her a piece of seed-cake and a cup of milk with the cream on it. Mamma's soft eyes kissed her as they watched her eating her cake with short crumby bites like a little cat. Mamma's eyes made her feel so good, so good. " Why didn't you tell me you hadn't finished? " "Finished? I hadn't even begun.
Стр. 89 - ... later Harriett, run down, was ordered to the seaside. She went to Sidmouth. She told herself that she wanted to see the place where she had been so happy with her mother, where poor Aunt Harriett had died. Looking through the local paper she found in the list of residents: Sidcote. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Lethbridge and Miss Walker. She wrote to Robin and asked if she might call on his wife. A mile of hot road through the town and inland brought her to a door in a lane and a thatched cottage with...
Стр. 51 - ... both legs were paralysed, but Robin thought she was gradually recovering the use of her hands. Harriett did not cry. The shock of it stopped her tears. She tried to see it and couldn't. Poor little Prissie. How terrible. She kept on saying to herself she couldn't bear to think of Prissie paralysed. Poor little Prissie. And poor Robin — Paralysis. She saw the paralysis coming between them, separating them, and inside her the secret pain was soothed. She need not think of Robin married any more....
Стр. 17 - The little dirty brown house stood there behind the ricketty blue palings; narrow, like the piece of a house that has been cut in two. It hid, stooping under the ivy bush on its roof. It was not like the houses people live in; there was something queer, some secret, frightening thing about it. The man came out and went to the gate and stood there. He was the frightening thing. When he saw her he stepped back and crouched behind the palings, ready to jump out. She turned slowly, as if she had thought...
Стр. 104 - ... arrangements for her baby, Maggie was responsible. She went round to Lizzie and Sarah to see what they thought. Sarah thought: Well — it was rather a difficult question, and Harriett resented her hesitation. "Not at all. It rested with Maggie to go or stay. If she was incompetent I wasn't bound to keep her just because she'd had a baby. At that rate I should have been completely in her power.
Стр. 120 - was connected with The Spectator for many years. He was Hilton Frean." "Indeed? I'm afraid I — don't remember." She could get nothing out of him, out of his lean ironical face, his eyes screwed up behind his glasses, benevolent, amused at her. She was nobody in that roomful of keen, intellectual people; nobody; nothing but an unnecessary little old lady who had come there uninvited. Her second call was not returned. She heard that the Brailsfords were exclusive; they wouldn't know anybody out of...