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...snob, says William Makepeace Thackeray in one of the many essays in definition in his witty Book of Snobs, is one who "sleeps in white kid gloves, and commits dangerous excesses upon green...
...publishing business, still had some idle press time on their hands. To keep presses and employees profitably busy they started Harper's New Monthly Magazine, a sort of undigested Reader's Digest of fiction of the day, bought the galley proofs of the current works of Dickens, Thackeray, Trollope and other English greats, and ran them as serials. Overnight, Harper's became a success. Literary Americans became such fans of the magazine, not only for its fiction but for its factual articles on U.S. life, that Thoreau peevishly asked: "Why should we leave it to Harper & Brothers...
...only Mrs. Carlyle at home, he was so promptly disembarrassed by her poise and charm that he stuffed a pipe brimful with stinking shag and harangued her happily for three solid hours, "exactly as if he were talking with a clever man." And Charles Dickens-to say nothing of Thackeray and John Stuart Mill-felt much the same way about Jane Carlyle. "None of the writing women," said Dickens, "came near...
Author Hutchinson has stirred away so bravely that Elephant and Castle, his character-caravan of London between the wars, is currently being compared by blurb artists to the novels of Dickens, Trollope and Thackeray. He has cooked so many people into his plot (over 100 in all) that he has had to include an explanatory list of them. His dialogues range from the chirpings of Armorel's ultra-refined relations ("Cousin Freddie, don't you think it's awful for Mums, seeing the last little chick fluttering away from the nest?") to the Anglo-Genoese babblings...
...conception of "the artist." To Connolly, art is a fragile thing, and its maker a highly vulnerable esthete. Gide, Proust, Strachey, Rimbaud and other artists of a particularly tortured and susceptible nature are his inspiration; he draws none from more robust types such as Dickens, Trollope, Shaw, Dostoevsky, Thackeray. His artist is a creature entirely different from the rest of humanity-a fact that makes Connolly regard Mr. Shelleyblake's failure as something horrifying and unusual, as though it were not a common fate in all walks of life...