Somerset maugham short stories bibliography
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I thought it might possibly interest the reader to see how I had progressed from the tentativeness of the first ones, when I was very much at the mercy of my anecdote, to the relative certainty of the late ones when I had learnt so to arrange my material as to attain the result I wanted. So far as I could remember it I have placed the stories in this volume in the order in which they were written. She looks at men and scornfully exclaims: dirty pigs.” One morning he is found with his throat cut by his own hand and she is once more radiant and self-possessed. He induces the governor to order her return to Honolulu. He reduces her to misery, shame, and repentance, he has no mercy on her. The missionary finding out her profession persecutes her. All are obliged to stay there owing to an outbreak of measles. There lands there also a missionary and his wife. Here is the note for the story: “A prostitute, flying from Honolulu after a raid, lands at Pago Pago.
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I talked with the missionary and his wife but once, and with Miss Thompson not at all. She said, when first they went it was impossible to find a single good girl in any of the villages. She spoke of the depravity of the natives in a voice which nothing could hush, but with a vehement, unctuous horror, telling me of their marriage customs which were obscene beyond description. Often the seas were very rough and the journeys were not without peril. During this time she remained at headquarters and managed the mission. was a missionary on the Gilberts and his district consisting of widely separated islands he frequently had to go distances by canoe. She was dressed in black and wore round her neck a gold chain from which hung a small cross. The most noticeable thing about her was her voice, high, metallic, and without inflection it fell on the ear with a hard monotony, irritating to the nerves like the ceaseless clamour of a pneumatic drill. She was a little woman with her hair very elaborately done, New England not prominent blue eyes behind gold-rimmed pince-nez, her face was long like a sheep’s, but she gave no impression of foolishness, rather of extreme alertness.
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His naturally pale skin was deeply burned by the tropical sun. His hands were large, with long fingers, rather finely shaped. He had a cadaverous air and a look of suppressed fire.
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He was a tall thin man, with long limbs loosely jointed, he had hollow cheeks and high cheek bones, his fine, large, dark eyes were deep in their sockets, he had full sensual lips, he wore his hair rather long. She wore a white dress and a large white hat, long white boots from which the calves bulged in cotton stockings.” There had been a raid on the Red Light district in Honolulu just before we sailed and the gossip of the ship spread the report that she was making the journey to escape arrest. This is what I said of Miss Thompson: “Plump, pretty in a coarse fashion, perhaps not more than twenty-seven. I was travelling from Honolulu to Pago Pago and, hoping they might at some time be of service, I jotted down as usual my impressions of such of my fellow-passengers as attracted my attention. They are written in hackneyed and slipshod phrases, without grace for nature has not endowed me with the happy gift of hitting instinctively upon the perfect word to indicate an object and the unusual but apt adjective to describe it. Since it caused some little stir the reader of this preface will perhaps have patience with me if I transcribe the working notes, made at the time, on which it was constructed. Though in early youth I had written a number of short stories, for a long time, twelve or fifteen years at least, occupied with the drama, I had ceased to do so and when a journey to the South Seas unexpectedly provided me with themes that seemed to suit the medium, it was as a beginner of over forty that I wrote the story which is now called Rain. The first was written in 1919 and the last in 1931. They are all about the same length and on the same scale.