Some Reminiscences

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. Books may be written in all sorts of places. Verbal inspiration may enter the berth of a mariner on board a ship frozen fast in a river in the middle of a town; and since saints are supposed to look benignantly on humble believers, I indulge in the pleasant fancy that the shade of old Flaubert who imagined himself to be (amongst other things) a descendant of Vikings might have hovered with amused interest over the decks of a 2000-ton steamer called the ?Adowa,? on board of which, gripped by the inclement winter alongside a quay in Rouen, the tenth chapter of ?Almayer's Folly? was begun. With interest, I say, for was not the kind Norman giant with enormous moustaches and a thundering voice the last of the Romantics? Was he not, in his unworldly, almost ascetic, devotion to his art a sort of literary, saint-like hermit?