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And I have reason for believing that this will be so. Nevertheless, I did, a day or two later, tentatively ask Harland if he knew anything of the work of a man called Enoch Soames.
The very strange case of Enoch Soames, time travel, Teller, my friend’s dad, and his unique photo.
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I said, ‘I don’t care a sou for recognition. He still frequented the domino-room, but having lost all wish to excite curiosity, he no longer read books there.
After exchanging a few words, I said with a glance to the open book, “I see I am interrupting you,” and was about to pass on, but, “I prefer,’ Soames replied in his toneless voice, “to be interrupted,” and I obeyed his gesture that I should sit down. Now and again Rose or Berthe appeared for a moment. And I don’t write stories; I’m an essayist, an observer, soakes recorder.
Up cropped a rival hypothesis: They seemed to fall into two classes: The work also contains a written portrait of the real-life artist William Rothensteinas well as countless references to contemporary-to events doames places. He, who had never looked strong or well, looked ghastly now–a shadow of the shade he had once been.
From wikipedia which is based on this timeline: In addition, Rothenstein actually drew the “portrait” of Soames which is mentioned in the text; although the work was probably created closer to the date of publication, than to the date given in the story. What you have said just now gives me furiously to hope.
Enoch Soames, the Critical Heritage – contents
How can one draw a man who doesn’t exist? Posted by Mark V at 1: There was a phrase in the leading article that went on repeating itself in my fagged mind: But–well, one is so used to nodding and smiling in the street to anybody whom one knows that the action becomes almost independent of oneself; to prevent it requires a very sharp effort and great presence of mind. I remember pausing before a wide door-step and wondering if perchance it was on this very one that the young De Quincey lay ill and faint while poor Ann flew as fast as her feet would carry her to Oxford Street, the “stony-hearted stepmother” of them both, and came back bearing that “glass of port wine and spices” but for which he might, so he thought, actually have died.
Neither he nor his work received the slightest encouragement; but he persisted in behaving as a personage: Better say nothing at all, I thought. So much so that it has been ignored completely by a mainstream press made too cynical by the success of “The da Vinci Code” to know how to handle her extraordinary claims.
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Enoch Soames: A Memory of the Eighteen-Nineties by Sir Max Beerbohm
If other arts than painting were not utterly unintelligible to all but the men who practiced them, the law tottered–the Monroe Doctrine, as it were, did not hold good. Fr egzarmpl, a riter ov th time, naimed Max Beerbohm, hoo woz emoch alive in th twentith senchri, rote a stauri in wich e pautraid an immajnari karrakter kauld “Enoch Soames”–a thurd-rait poit hoo beleevz imself a grate jeneus an maix a bargin with th Devvl in auder ter no wot posterriti thinx ov im!
Brought the picture with me: Don’t go on to Paris. In your theaters the dullest comedien needs only to say ‘The devil!
To be cut, deliberately cut, by HIM! It was brought to me.
Soames said nothing, but cruelly did not cease to look at me. He knew every one in Paris.
Wormwoodiana: The Shadow of Enoch Soames
You realize, therefore, that on that afternoon, when it comes round, there the selfsame crowd will be, and there Soames will be, punctually, he and they doing precisely ennoch they did before.
This strange incident involving the man in the cloak in this photograph occurred while I was working in the old British Museum Reading Room in June How do you mean?
And people will be able to go and read there. You’ve gone on believing I’m above that sort of thing. I asked him if he often read here. I rather liked them, really. I concentrated my enocy on the paper. And my shame was the deeper and hotter because he, if you please, stared straight at me with the utmost haughtiness.
That’s why I go there. There’s an end of it.