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Stella Benson
Stella Benson (1892–1933) was a British novelist, poet, and travel writer known for her witty and imaginative works that often blend fantasy and social commentary. Her novel "Living Alone" (1919) is a notable example, featuring witches and magical themes set against the backdrop of World War I. Benson traveled extensively, drawing on her experiences for books like "The Little World" (1925) and "The Poor Man" (1922). Despite her short life, her unique style and innovative narratives left a lasting impact on early 20th-century literature.
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THIS IS THE END BY STELLA BENSON 1917 This is the end, for the moment, of all my thinking, this is my unfinal conclusion. There is no reason in tangible things, and no system in the ordinary ways of the world. Hands were made to grope, and feet to stumble, and the only things you may count on are the unaccountable things. System is a fairy and a dream, you never find system where or when you expect it....
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CHAPTER I MAGIC COMES TO A COMMITTEE There were six women, seven chairs, and a table in an otherwise unfurnished room in an unfashionable part of London. Three of the women were of the kind that has no life apart from committees. They need not be mentioned in detail. The names of two others were Miss Meta Mostyn Ford and Lady Arabel Higgins. Miss Ford was a good woman, as well as a lady. Her hands were...
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CHRISTMAS, 1917 A key no thief can steal, no time can rust; A faery door, adventurous and golden; A palace, perfect to our eyes—Ah must Our eyes be holden? Has the past died before this present sin? Has this most cruel age already stonèd To martyrdom that magic Day, within Those halls, enthronèd? No. Through the dancing of the young spring rain, Through the faint summer, and the autumn’s burning,...
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