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...Fitzpatrick, spavined prizefighter ("all I want is a chance at this so-called Braddock"); Mothmar Acord ("a dish-shaped face, discolored by oriental suns and high fevers") ; Sinclair Wensday ("a cocaine personality . . . tall and popular . . . Galahad gone to the devil"). At his best Author Kersh writes like a comic Soho Gorki, drawing wicked, lively sketches of the barflies, pimps, fairies and phonies of London's bohemia. But Prelude never really gets going and never comes to an end, simply limping from sketch to sketch, as though even Author Kersh were never quite sure what he intended...
Right to Left. Boomed the clear, cultured voice of a thin, scholarly-looking man lunching in his heavy ulster at a Soho restaurant: "I say it's the judgment of the Almighty on the British people for voting Socialist...
...London, on a grey day that set the mood for gloom, there was brazen disregard of the blackout in many stores and homes. The great grey pile of Buckingham Palace showed a few lights. In about half of the grimy little shops on Soho's back streets the lights were full on for everybody to see. But along majestic Regent Street soft, flickering candlelight illumined windows. Silversmiths and jewelers put their best Georgian candlesticks to use, but most of them took small items off the counters in fear of shoplifters in the semidarkness. Most of London's West...
...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...
Joseph Merlin inspected the little metal wheels on his shoes, tuned his violin and shoved off on his rolling, novelty entrance to Mrs. Corneily's masquerade in Soho Square, London. He raised his bow and rolled forward. He found that he could not steer. Neither could he stop. He screamed. Two seconds later, Mrs. Corneily's ?500 mirror was in splinters, the fiddle was matchwood, and Merlin was bleeding like a pig. Thus, in 1760, the sport of roller skating was born...