
Embark on an introspective journey into the complexities of human nature with "Harmer John" by Hugh Walpole. In this literary exploration, Walpole delves into the intricacies of relationships, identity, and the impact of time on the human psyche. As the narrative unfolds, readers...




A classic Unworldly Story, that has been captivating audiences for generations. Harmer John, after studying art in Italy, has devised a plan to combine the two and save the world. Life is a pure flame and we live by an invisible Sun within us...'Tis all one to live in St. Innocents'...

A classic Unworldly Story, that has been captivating audiences for generations. Harmer John, after studying art in Italy, has devised a plan to combine the two and save the world. Life is a pure flame and we live by an invisible Sun within us...'Tis all one to live in St. Innocents'...







ON a December night in the year 1906 a ferocious storm swept across our town. There was nothing unusual in this: in Southern Glebeshire the winter is so often mild that the sea (impatient at the lassitude of the air) seems suddenly to rise, and to wish to beat its way across...

On a December night in the year 1906 a ferocious storm swept across our town.There was nothing unusual in this: in Southern Glebeshire the winter is so often mild that the sea (impatient at the lassitude of the air) seems suddenly to rise, and to wish to beat its way across the...

ON a December night in the year 1906 a ferocious storm swept across our town. There was nothing unusual in this: in Southern Glebeshire the winter is so often mild that the sea (impatient at the lassitude of the air) seems suddenly to rise, and to wish to beat its way across...

On a December night in the year 1906 a ferocious storm swept across our town.There was nothing unusual in this: in Southern Glebeshire the winter is so often mild that the sea (impatient at the lassitude of the air) seems suddenly to rise, and to wish to beat its way across the...

On a December night in the year 1906 a ferocious storm swept across our town.There was nothing unusual in this: in Southern Glebeshire the winter is so often mild that the sea (impatient at the lassitude of the air) seems suddenly to rise, and to wish to beat its way across the...
