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...distinction is this: "To say that a man is vain means merely that he is pleased with the effect he produces on other people. A conceited man is satisfied with the effect he produces on himself." Max Beerbohm is quoted, from Quid Imperfectum...
...this is a connoisseur's selection of fiction, poetry, drama, essays, in which "urbanity, irony, elegance, skepticism, sophistication, wit, play a leading part." Twenty-one' polished pieces by Petronius, Lucian, Voltaire (all of Candide), Saint-Simon, De Maupassant, Congreve, Pope, Henry James (all of Washington Square), Max Beerbohm, Virginia Woolf, Aldous Huxley, Henry Adams, etc. Excellent choices, in a finely printed volume...
...Beerbohm, 73, famed British satirist, resuming BBC broadcasting after a three-year retirement, reminisced about the Victorian theater, which a great many people had frowned on. "The small son of that great actress, Mrs. Kendall," he recalled, "on his first day at . . . school . . . was asked by an elder boy, 'Your mother is an actress, isn't she?' He replied with spirit: 'If you say that again I will knock you down...
Sporadic Shakespeare Festivals at Stratford go back as far as 1769. Since becoming an annual tradition, they have not only given the Bard perhaps his fullest hearing anywhere, but have taxed the talents of actors such as Sarah Bernhardt (as Hamlet), Sir Johnston Forbes-Robertson, and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. And they have meant pageantry as well as playacting...
Every evening he pushed aside his ledgers and fled to the bars of west London-the Cock, the Crown, the Cheshire Cheese, the Café Royal-where he found his friends Max Beerbohm, Aubrey Beardsley, Yeats, Symons and sometimes his French idol, Poet Paul Verlaine. At the first pub he would order absinthe, then quickly jot down the verses that had swum in his head during the day. That done, he would hurry on to a small, cheap Soho restaurant called the Poland, where he conducted one of the strangest, most fruitless courtships in literary history...