2005, ISBN: 9780091794552

MP3 Audio CD. Mr. Punch's Pocket Ibsen ROSMERSHÖLM ACT FIRST Sitting-room at Rosmershölm, with a stove, flower-stand, windows, ancient and modern ancestors, doors, and ever… Mehr…

MP3 Audio CD. Mr. Punch's Pocket Ibsen ROSMERSHÖLM ACT FIRST Sitting-room at Rosmershölm, with a stove, flower-stand, windows, ancient and modern ancestors, doors, and everything handsome about it. Rebecca West is sitting knitting a large antimacassar which is nearly finished. Now and then she looks out of a window, and smiles and nods expectantly to someone outside. Madam Helseth is laying the table for supper. Rebecca. [Folding up her work slowly.] But tell me precisely, what about this white horse? [Smiling quietly. Madam Helseth. Lord forgive you, Miss!—[fetching cruet-stand, and placing it on table]—but you're making fun of me! Rebecca. [Gravely.] No, indeed. Nobody makes fun at Rosmershölm. Mr. Rosmer would not understand it. [Shutting window.] Ah, here is Rector Kroll. [Opening door.] You will stay to supper, will you not, Rector, and I will tell them to give us some little extra dish. Kroll. [Hanging up his hat in the hall.] Many thanks. [Wipes his boots.] May I come in? [Comes in, puts down his stick, sits down, and looks about him.] And how do you and Rosmer get on together, eh? Rebecca. Ever since your sister, Beata, went mad and jumped into the mill-race, we have been as happy as two little birds together. [After a pause, sitting down in arm-chair.] So you don't really mind my living here all alone with Rosmer? We were afraid you might, perhaps. Kroll. Why, how on earth—on the contrary, I shouldn't object at all if you—[looks at her meaningly]—h'm! Rebecca. [Interrupting, gravely.] For shame, Rector; how can you make such jokes? Kroll. [As if surprised.] Jokes! We do not joke in these parts—but here is Rosmer. [Enter Rosmer, gently and softly. Rosmer. So, my dear old friend, you have come again, after a year's absence. [Sits down.] We almost thought that—— Kroll. [Nods.] So Miss West was saying—but you are quite mistaken. I merely thought I might rem, 0, MP3 Audio CD. Mr. Punch's Pocket Ibsen ROSMERSHÖLM ACT FIRST Sitting-room at Rosmershölm, with a stove, flower-stand, windows, ancient and modern ancestors, doors, and everything handsome about it. Rebecca West is sitting knitting a large antimacassar which is nearly finished. Now and then she looks out of a window, and smiles and nods expectantly to someone outside. Madam Helseth is laying the table for supper. Rebecca. [Folding up her work slowly.] But tell me precisely, what about this white horse? [Smiling quietly. Madam Helseth. Lord forgive you, Miss!—[fetching cruet-stand, and placing it on table]—but you're making fun of me! Rebecca. [Gravely.] No, indeed. Nobody makes fun at Rosmershölm. Mr. Rosmer would not understand it. [Shutting window.] Ah, here is Rector Kroll. [Opening door.] You will stay to supper, will you not, Rector, and I will tell them to give us some little extra dish. Kroll. [Hanging up his hat in the hall.] Many thanks. [Wipes his boots.] May I come in? [Comes in, puts down his stick, sits down, and looks about him.] And how do you and Rosmer get on together, eh? Rebecca. Ever since your sister, Beata, went mad and jumped into the mill-race, we have been as happy as two little birds together. [After a pause, sitting down in arm-chair.] So you don't really mind my living here all alone with Rosmer? We were afraid you might, perhaps. Kroll. Why, how on earth—on the contrary, I shouldn't object at all if you—[looks at her meaningly]—h'm! Rebecca. [Interrupting, gravely.] For shame, Rector; how can you make such jokes? Kroll. [As if surprised.] Jokes! We do not joke in these parts—but here is Rosmer. [Enter Rosmer, gently and softly. Rosmer. So, my dear old friend, you have come again, after a year's absence. [Sits down.] We almost thought that—— Kroll. [Nods.] So Miss West was saying—but you are quite mistaken. I merely thought I might rem, 0, London: Hutchinson, 2005 9780091794552. First edition. First printing of first UK hardback edition. Complete Numberline. Fine/Fine. Not price clipped. No inscriptions. As new. 6" by 9.5". 615 pages. A fascinating novel about the lives of two men dedicated to discovering the reasons for madness and its possible cures. The historical sweep covers the later 19th and early 20th centuries. This is a heavy item so extra postage will be required. ., London: Hutchinson, 2005 9780091794552, 0<

ISBN: 9780091794552

What is it to be human? This question, as in Birdsong, is at the heart of Human Traces. The story begins in Brittany where a young, poor boy somehow passes his medical exams and goes to P… Mehr…

What is it to be human? This question, as in Birdsong, is at the heart of Human Traces. The story begins in Brittany where a young, poor boy somehow passes his medical exams and goes to Paris, where he attends the lectures of Charcot, the Parisian neurologist who set the world on its head in the 1870s. With a friend, he sets up a clinic in the mysterious mountain district of Carinthia in south-east Austria. If The Girl at the Lion d'Or was a simple three-movement symphony, Birdsong an opera, Charlotte Gray a complex four-movement symphony and On Green Dolphin Street a concerto, then Human Traces is a Wagnerian grand opera. Media > Book, [PU: Century Hutchinson; Random Century; Random House]<

2005, ISBN: 9780091794552

Hutchinson, 2005. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has hardback covers. In good all round condition. Dust Jacket in good co… Mehr…

Hutchinson, 2005. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has hardback covers. In good all round condition. Dust Jacket in good condition. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item,1100grams, ISBN:9780091794552, Hutchinson, 2005, 0<