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Max Beerbohm was a British caricaturist and parodist. As a young man he was considered quite the wit and spent much time in London society. By 35 he was middle aged and a bit dull. Beerbohm was drama critic for the Saturday Review and later did broadcast radio work. This collection...
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And Even Now Essays by Max Beerbohm Max Beerbohm was a British caricaturist and parodist. As a young man he was considered quite the wit and spent much time in London society. By 35 he was middle aged and a bit dull. Beerbohm was drama critic for the Saturday Review and later...
With a sharp wit and keen observations, Beerbohm provides an entertaining collection of essays on a wide range of topics. From politics to literature to everyday life, his writing is both humorous and insightful. This book is a classic example of early twentieth century British...
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With a sharp wit and keen observations, Beerbohm provides an entertaining collection of essays on a wide range of topics. From politics to literature to everyday life, his writing is both humorous and insightful. This book is a classic example of early twentieth century British...
Yesterday I found in a cupboard an old, small, battered portmanteau which, by the initials on it, I recognised as my own property. The lock appeared to have been forced. I dimly remembered having forced it myself, with a poker, in my hot youth, after some journey in which I had...