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      This website template has been designed by Free Website Templates for you, for free. You can replace all this text with your own text. The impression left by Mr Hall Caines personality on my mind by that and many subsequent visits was overwhelming. He was vivid, alive, and full of smouldering fires; short and vehement; his eyes were large and bright; his voice beautiful and capable of a thousand 119inflectionsan actors voice; his temperament also an actors; his point of view an actors. But he never did act; invariably he was tragically (and, I must add, sometimes pathetically) sincere. He had humour, but he could not laugh at himself. His dress was eccentric; he wore a flapping hat, breeches and a jacket made of thick, everlasting, hand-made cloth. A big tie bulged and billowed somewhere about his neck. He told me on one occasion that chars--bancs full of trippers from Douglas continually passed along the Douglas-Peel road and that when the trippers caught a sight of him they would sometimes hail him with cries of derision and shouts of laughter.

      • Vivamus at justo ut urna porta pulvinar Langford will never be successful in the worldly sense. Perhaps he looks with suspicion on success; certainly he has never attempted to achieve it. I imagine that his nature is very like that of Æ, and if what everyone says of Æ is true, one cannot conceive that anything finer could be said of anyone than that he resembles the great Irish poet.

      • Pellentesque nunasidp adipiscing sollicitudin dolor id sagittis. Miss Horniman is one of the many people I have never met. Then why write about her? you ask. I really dont know, except that I want to. She was (and, for all I know to the contrary, still is) something of a personality in Manchester, and she was so for a considerable period, she producing quite a few plays at the Gaiety Theatre that were well worth seeing.

      • Donec sit amet felis a nibh ornare malesuada. Then there was the ladysince, alas! deadwho used always to appear in public in a kind of purple shroud, her face and fingers chalked. She rather stupidly called herself Cheerio Death, and was one of the jolliest girls I have ever met. She longed and ached for notoriety and for new sensations: she feasted on them and they nourished and fattened her. Only very brave or reckless men dared be seen with her in public, for, though her behaviour was scrupulously correct, her appearance created either veiled ridicule or consternation wherever she went. Yet she never lacked companions.

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. Let me tell you a true story of a man who for years has been, and still is, on the staff of The Manchester Guardian. I tell this strange story, partly because it is strange, and partly because it illustrates so finely the kind of reverence that so many citizens of Manchester have for the best paper in the world.

      • Quisque in purus nec purus feugiat consectetur. Oh, quite a lot. It comes back to me in flashes. I was very lonelyoh, so lonely.

      • Fusce et ipsum dolor lorem ante, at sollicitudin libero. They are all Scotch, from the land of Roderick Dhu;

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. He steered me into a restaurant which appeared to cater specially for night-birds, and Bain ate bacon and eggs, whilst I feasted on a dish of strawberries, brown bread and coffee.

      • Vivamus at justo ut urna porta pulvinar. Im afraid I do, I replied. (For, really, I think almost all subtle and clever artists are bits of humbugs.)

      • 11/10/2011

        This is just a place holder, so you can see what the site would look like. Young British musicians used to send him their compositions to read, but the parcels would come back, weeks later, unread and unopened. His mind never inquired. His intellect lay indolent and half-asleep on a bed of spiritual down. And the thousands of musical Germans in Manchester treated him so like a god that in course of time he came to believe he was a god. His manners were execrable. On one occasion, he bore down upon me in a corridor at the back of the platform in the Free Trade Hall. I stood on one side to allow him to pass, but Richter was very wide and the corridor very narrow. Breathing heavily, he kept his place in the middle of the passage.... I felt the impact of a mountain of fat and heard a snort as he brushed past me.

      • 11/19/2011

        Praesent quis nisl in velit imper diet suscipit a id quam. A writer of originality must expect to have to wait. If a writer is acclaimed immediatelyI mean a writer on social and artistic subjectshe may be pretty sure that he is saying things that have been said before. He may be saying them better than anybody else; nevertheless, they are the same things. My own success has been gained, and is very largely maintained, by the force of my personality and by the tradition about myself that has gradually grown up in the mind of the public. For example, if I were to write an article and give it to you to copy out and offer to editors in your own name, you being the professional author, I doubt very much if a single editor would look at it twice. A good deal, you see, is in a name.

      • 11/19/2011

        Nullam vulputate elementum consequat. Fusce leo felis, bibendum. Schlagintweit was an enormous German whose mission in life it was to induce Manchester to believe that Germany was our bosom friend, that Germanys first thought was to help Great Britain, and that the two peoples were so closely akin in their spiritual aims that a quarrel between 160them, even a temporary misunderstanding, was utterly and for ever impossible. As I have said, he was enormous: a great man with a fair round belly: a man who talked a lot and ate a lot, and who, when he talked even with a solitary companion, spoke as though he were addressing a huge audience. He bounded beautifully and with so much aplomb and zest that it seemed right he should bound and do nothing else.

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