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Victorian Literature by Marina Zrnic©

Historical Context It is not easy to enjoy in Victorian Literature. For some of the readers, it is impossible. Nevertheless, literature is not about making yourself enjoy in something, it is about finding where your socket is. Art has to be felt, not forced. Its behaviour is of a butterfly: easily crashed. Literature is a pattern that some simply perceive when others will never be able to get there. In my opinion, it is even more the case with Victorian Literature. Therefore, if you have tried it for a few times and it just didn’t work out, let it be for some time. Maybe a day will come when you too will be able to open your eyes for chimney sweepers, coal miners at the age of 4, white linen, weird illnesses in women and a huge Industrial Revolution that brought amazing changes into the lives and mentality of the 18th and 19th century people. Even though Victorian Literature was born and bred in England, its influence surpasses the frontiers and spreads across Europe and reaches other ...

Man-Size in Marble by Edith Nesbit (1887)

Foto de Max Muselmann en Unsplash Although every word of this story is as true as despair, I do not expect people to believe it. Nowadays a "rational explanation" is required before belief is possible. Let me then, at once, ofer the "rational explanation" which finds most favour among those who have heard the tale of my life's tragedy. It is held that we were "under a delusion," Laura and I, on that 31st of October; and that this supposition places the whole matter on a satisfactory and believable basis. The reader can judge, when he, too, has heard my story, how far this is an "explanation," and in what sense it is "rational." There were three who took part in this: Laura and I and another man. The other man still lives, and can speak to the truth of the least credible part of my story. I never in my life knew what it was to have as much money as I required to supply the most ordinary needs--good colours, books, and cab-fares--an...

October Special: The Haunted Hotel by Wilkie Collins, Part I and II (1824)

Photo by Kristaps Grundsteins Unsplash THE FIRST PART CHAPTER I In the year 1860, the reputation of Doctor Wybrow as a London physician reached its highest point. It was reported on good authority that he was in receipt of one of the largest incomes derived from the practice of medicine in modern times. One afternoon, towards the close of the London season, the Doctor had just taken his luncheon after a specially hard morning’s work in his consulting-room, and with a formidable list of visits to patients at their own houses to fill up the rest of his day—when the servant announced that a lady wished to speak to him. “Who is she?” the Doctor asked. “A stranger?” “Yes, sir.” “I see no strangers out of cons...

Witchy Magic Circle by Marina Zrnic

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