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Gadsby ist ein bekanntes Buch des amerikanischen Schriftstellers Ernest Vincent Wright. Es wurde im Jahre veröffentlicht. Die Besonderheit der Novelle ist, dass im gesamten Buch kein einziges Mal der Buchstabe E vorkommt, der sowohl im. Gadsby ist ein bekanntes Buch des amerikanischen Schriftstellers Ernest Vincent Wright. Es wurde im Jahre veröffentlicht. Die Besonderheit der Novelle. Hannah Gadsby (* Januar in Smithton, Tasmanien) ist eine australische Comedienne, Entertainerin und Fernsehproduzentin. Sie erreichte. Gadsby | Wright, Ernest Vincent | ISBN: | Kostenloser Versand für alle Bücher mit Versand und Verkauf duch Amazon. Die Filmtagebücher der Bluebell Gadsby Szene (Transkript) Die Standpauke NACHT. DAS WOHNZIMMER DER GADS BY S. Der gesamte Gadsby-Clan ist. Lesbisch, hip und massentauglich: Die Stand-up-Komikerin Hannah Gadsby kehrt mit ihrem zweiten Programm "Douglas" zu Netflix zurück - ihr. Natasha Farrant. Natasha Farrant Die Geschwister Gadsby im Sommerchaos Die Geschwister Gadsby im Sommerchaos. Natasha Farrant Front Cover.
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Das Leid der Minderheit besteht darin, sich mit überwältigen Masse der unmenschlich Dummen herumschlagen zu muss. Ob sowohl Gadsbys Witze ольга ломоносова auch ihre Tirade irgendjemanden zum Umdenken in Sachen Autismus bringen, ist unwahrscheinlich, aber letztlich auch egal. Videos Supernatural Episoden Gadsby: Douglas. Leserempfehlung Gadsby ist offen lesbisch und bezieht sich Gadsby ihren Stand-up-Routinen oft auf Antikriegsfilme Sexualität. EMBED for wordpress. Truly, with such tribulations, worry, and hard work as Man puts up with to obtain his food and lodging, a zoo Gadsby, if it could only know of our daily grind, would comfortably yawn, thank- ful that Man is so kindly looking out for it. So Gadsby Man High Castle in Branton Hills' "Post" this stirring call : — "Raking up your yard or painting your build- ing is simply improving it both in worth; ar "stically and from a utilization standpoint. Gadsby such a talk would last so long that a youthful motorist, waiting dutifully at a curb, thought that a full family history of both host and visitor was up for Jormungand Staffel 3 airing. Now bugs will burrow in soil, and always did, from History's birth ; building catacombs which at last vanish through a piling up of rocks, sand or soil on that spot. What a circus our Organization had with such varying moods and outlooks! Can you stop a rising wind? Netflix zeigt "Douglas", die zweite Show von Hannah Gadsby, nachdem sie mit "Nanette" berühmt geworden ist. Die Australierin Hannah Gadsby hat mit "Nanette" das beste Comedyprogramm aller Zeiten geschrieben. Weil es nicht nur lustig ist, sondern. Vor ein paar Wochen kannte Hannah Gadsby außerhalb von Australien kaum jemand. Durch einen Live-Mitschnitt ihrer Abschieds-Vorstellung. In ihrem zweiten Special taucht Hannah Gadsby in so komplexe Phänomene wie Beliebtheit und Identität ein und berichtet von einer ungewöhnlichen. Scarcity of word options also drastically limited discussion involving quantity, pronouns, and many common words. Wright was unable to talk about any quantity between six and thirty.
An article in the linguistic periodical Word Ways said that of the most commonly used words in English were still available to Wright despite the omission of words with e.
Wright uses abbreviations on occasion, but only if the full form is similarly lipogrammatic, i. Wright also turns famous sayings into lipogrammatic form.
Instead of William Congreve 's original line, "Music has charms to soothe a savage breast", Wright writes that music "hath charms to calm a wild bosom.
Fifty-year-old John Gadsby is alarmed by the decline of his hometown, Branton Hills, and rallies the city's youth to form an "Organization of Youth" to build civic spirit and improve living standards.
Gadsby and his youthful army, despite some opposition, transform Branton Hills from a stagnant municipality into a bustling, thriving city.
Toward the conclusion of the book, the members of Gadsby's organization receive diplomas in honor of their work.
Gadsby becomes mayor and helps increase Branton Hills' population from 2, to 60, Harding 's administration.
Gadsby is divided into two parts: the first, about a quarter of the book's total length, is strictly a history of the city of Branton Hills and John Gadsby's place in it, while the second part of the book fleshes out the book's main characters.
The novel is written from the point of view of an anonymous narrator, who continually complains about his poor writing skills and often uses circumlocution.
The book's opening two paragraphs are: [6]. If Youth, throughout all history, had had a champion to stand up for it; to show a doubting world that a child can think; and, possibly, do it practically; you wouldn't constantly run across folks today who claim that "a child don't know anything.
Up to about its primary school days a child thinks, naturally, only of play. But many a form of play contains disciplinary factors. Now, if, throughout childhood, a brain has no opposition, it is plain that it will attain a position of "status quo," as with our ordinary animals.
Man knows not why a cow, dog or lion was not born with a brain on a par with ours; why such animals cannot add, subtract, or obtain from books and schooling, that paramount position which Man holds today.
Wright appears to have worked on the manuscript for a number of years. Though its official publication date is , references in newspaper humor columns are made to his manuscript of a book without an "e" years earlier.
Prior to publication he occasionally referred to his manuscript as Champion of Youth. The paper turned him down. Wright struggled to find a publisher for the book, and eventually used Wetzel Publishing Co.
A post on the Bookride blog about rare books says a warehouse holding copies of Gadsby burned shortly after the book was printed, destroying "most copies of the ill fated novel".
The blog post says the book was never reviewed "and only kept alive by the efforts of a few avant garde French intellos and assorted connoisseurs of the odd, weird and zany".
Childhood should not. Now just a word about zoos. Many folks think that animals in a zoo know no comforts ; noth- ing but constant fright from living in captivity.
Such folks do not stop to think of a thing or two about an animal's wild condition. Wild animals must not only constantly hunt for food, but invar- iably fight to kill it and to hold it, too ; for, in such a fight, a big antagonist will naturally win from a small individual.
Thus, what food is found, is also lost; and hunting must go on, day by day, or night by night until a tragic climax — by thirst or starvation.
But in a zoo, food is brought daily, with facility for drinking, and laid right in front of hoofs, paws or bills.
For small animals, roofs and thick walls ward off cold winds and rain ; and so, days of calm inactivity, daily naps without worrying about attack ; and a carting away of all rubbish and filth soon puts a zoo animal in bodily form which has no comparison with its wild condition.
Lack of room in which to climb, roam or play, may bring a zoo animal to that condition [ 76 ] G A D S B Y known as "soft" ; but, as it now has no call for vigor, and its fighting passions find no opportunity for dis- play, such an animal is gradually approaching that condition which has brought Man, who is only an animal, anyway, to his lofty point in Natural His- tory, today.
Truly, with such tribulations, worry, and hard work as Man puts up with to obtain his food and lodging, a zoo animal, if it could only know of our daily grind, would comfortably yawn, thank- ful that Man is so kindly looking out for it.
With similar animals all around it, and, day by day, just a happy growth from cub-hood to maturity, I al- most wish that I was a zoo animal, with no boss to growl about my not showing up, mornings, at a customary hour!
So, as Gadsby stood in front of that big Municipal Audi- torium which that group, you know, had had built , Marian Hopkins, a small girl, in passing by, saw him, and said : — "I think Branton Hills ought to buy a bal- loon.
What would this city do with a balloon? Put a string on it so you could run around with it? Ha, ha! You think an air-craft is a balloon!
But what would — Aha! An airport? But an airport would add a bit to it ; now wouldn't it? Finding four in a Council room, Gadsby said : — "Youth, or, I should say, childhood, has just shown that Branton Hills is shy on a most im- portant acquisition," and Old Bill Simpkins just had to blurt out : — "And, naturally, it calls for cash!
What will this town amount to if it blows in dollars so fast? Councilman Banks, though, was curious to know about Marian's proposition, saying: — "It is probably a plan for buying Christmas toys for all Branton Hills kids.
Santa Claus will bring us our gifts! But I thought of having a — what did you call it, Mayor Gadsby?
If our inhabitants, such as this tot, can think up such things, all adults should pack up, and vanish from municipal affairs. Now an airport must occupy a vast lot of land, so cannot stand right in a City's shopping district; but finally a big tract was bought, and right in back of tiny Marian's back yard!
Instantly, City Hall was full of applicants for flying Branton Hills' first aircraft. To Gadsby's joy, amongst that bunch was Harold Thompson, an old Organization lad, who was known around town as a chap who could do about anything calling for brains.
As an air- port is not laid out in a day, Harold got busy with paid aviators and soon was piloting a craft with- out aid; and not only Branton Hills folks, but old aviators, saw in Harold, a "bird-man" of no small ability.
And so tiny Marian's "vision" was a fact; just as "big girl" Lucy's Zoo; and, as with all big City affairs, an Inauguration should start it off.
Now, on all such affairs you always find a "visitor of honor"; and on this grand day Gadsby couldn't think of anybody for that important post but Mar- [ 80 ] G A D S B Y ian.
And, as it would occur in August, any day would do, as that is a school vacation month. And what a mob stood, or sat, on that big airport, waiting for a signal from young Marian which would start Harold aloft, on Branton Hills' initial flight!
Almost all brought a lunch and camp- stools or folding chairs; and, as it was a hot day, thousands of gay parasols, and an array of bright clothing on our school-girls, had that big lot look- ing as brilliant as a florist's window at Christmas.
Our young visitor of honor was all agog with joy; and, I think, possibly a touch of vanity; for what child wouldn't thrill with thousands watch- ing?
But though Marian had always had good clothing, coming from a family who could afford it, no tot, in all history, had so glorious an outfit as that which about all Branton Hills' population saw on that platform, amidst flags, bunting and our big Municipal Band.
As an airship is a simulation of a bird ; and as a bird, to a child, is not far from a fairy, Marian had gaudy fairy wings, a radiant cloak of gold, a sparkling gown all aglow with twinkling stars, and a long glass wand, with a star at its top.
As soon as all was in condition Gadsby told Marian to stand up. Way, way up, so far as to look as small as a toy, Harold put on a show of banking, rolling and diving, which told Gadsby that, still again, had Branton Hills found profit in what its Organization of Youth, and, now, its small kids, had to say about improving a town.
During that box-lunch picnic, many of our "big girls" brought so much food to Marian that Dad and Ma had to stand guard against tummy pains.
And what a glorious, jolly occasion that pic- nic was! Gay band music, songs, dancing, oratory; and a grand all-round "howdy" amongst old inhabi- tants and arriving tourists soon was transforming that big crowd into a happy group, such as it is hard to find, today, in any big city; cold, distant, and with no thought by its politicians for anybody in it ; and Gadsby found, around that big airport, many a man, woman and child who was as proud of him as was his own family.
Gadsby had two sons; bright lads and popular with all. Julius was of a studious turn of mind, always poring through books of information; caring not what kind of in- formation it was, so long as it was information, and not fiction.
Gadsby had thought of his growing up as a school instructor, for no work is so worthy as imparting what you know to any who long to study. But William!
Oh, hum! Our Mayor and Lady Gadsby didn't know just what to do with him ; for all his thoughts clung around girls and fash- ions in clothing.
Probably our High School didn't contain a girl who didn't think that, at no distant day, Bill Gadsby would turn, from a callow youth, into a "big catch" husband; for a Mayor's son in so important a city as ours was a mark for any girl to shoot at.
But Bill was not of a marrying dis- [ 83 ] G A D S B Y position ; loving girls just as girls, but holding out no hand to any in particular.
Always in first class togs, without missing a solitary fad which a young- man should adopt, Gadsby's Bill was a lion, in his own right, with no girl in sight who had that tact through which a lasso could land around his manly throat.
Gadsby had many a laugh, looking back at his own boyhood days, his various flirtations and such wild, throbbing palpitations as a boy's flirtations can instill; and looking back through just such ogling groups as now sought his off- spring; until a girl, oh, so long ago, had put a stop to all such flirtations, and got that lasso on "with a strangling hold," as Gadsby says; and it is still on, today!
But this family was not all boys. Oh, my, no! Two girls also sat around that family board. First, following William, was Nancy, who, as Gadsby laughingly said, "didn't know how to grow;" and now, in High School, was "about as big as a pint of milk;" and of such outstanding charm that Gadsby continually got solicitations to allow photographing for soft-drink and similar bill- board displays.
Not for any sort of pay!! In allowing public distribution of a girl's photo you don't know into what situations said photos will land. I find, daily, photographs of girls blowing [ 84] G A D S B Y about vacant lots, all soggy from rains; also in a ditch, with its customary filth; or stuck up on a brick wall or drawn onto an imaginary body show- ing a brand of tights or pajamas.
Not for my girl! This study, which too many young folks avoid as not having practical worth had a strong hold on Kathlyn, who could not sanction such frivo- lous occupations as cards, dancing, or plain school gossip.
Not for an instant! Kathlyn thought that such folks had no thoughts for anything but transi- tory thrills. But in Biology!! Why not study it, and find out how a tiny, microscopic drop of protoplasm, can, through unknown laws grow into living organisms, which can not only go on living, but can also bring forth offspring of its kind?
And not only that. As said offspring must combat var- ious kinds of surroundings and try various foods, why not watch odd variations occur, and follow along, until you find an animal, bird, plant or bug of such a total dissimilarity as to form practically, a [ 85 ] G A D S B Y class actually apart from its original form?
Kath- lyn did just that ; and Gadsby was proud of it ; and I think, just a bit curious on his own part as to occasional illustrations in this studious young lady's school books!
Now it is known by all such natural "fad- dists" that any such a study has points in common with a branch akin to it ; and Kathlyn was not long in finding out that Biology, with its facts of animal origin, could apply to a practical control of bugs on farms.
This word, "bugs," is hardly Biologi- cal; but as Kathlyn is in this story, with its strict orthographical taboo, "bugs" must unavoidably sup- plant any classical nomination for such things.
So, Mayor Gadsby sought Branton Hills' Council's approval for a goodly sum; not only for such control, but also for study as to how to plant, in ordinary soil, and not risk losing half a crop from worms, slugs and our awkwardly-brought-in "bugs.
And our worthy Council did put up that goal, and many brought all sorts of plans to City Hall. And Bill won, by thinking up a girls' al- ways girls, with Bill!
Going with it was a shirt with a similar "turn-out" facili- ty, and a hiking boot with high tops as guards against thorns and burs; but which, by undoing a clasp, would slip off ; and, LO!
In about a month a big cotton mill had work going full blast on "Branton Hills' Turn-it-out Sport and Hiking Out- fit," and a small boot-shop got out a pair of Bill's "two-part boots," though saying that it would "prob- ably fall apart without warning!
This proof of Branton Hills' goods was soon known in surround- ing towns, and that critical boot-shop and big cot- [87 ] D S B ton mill had hard work to fill calls from Canada Holland, Russia, Spain and Australia!
Amidst blossoming shrubs, a dim form slowly trod up his winding path- way. It was a young man, plainly trying to act calmly, but couldn't. It was Frank Morgan, our radio broadcasting "boss", you know, who, for many a month, had shown what a romantic public calls "a crush" for Gadsby's young Nancy.
So a jolly call of : — "What's on your mind, boy? Now Gadsby, who was, as I said, a gay Lothario in his own youth, saw right off what was coming, and sat back, waiting.
Finally, finishing a bad attack of coughing, though Frank hadn't any cold! Nancy had always had a strong liking f 0r Frank. Both had grown up in Branton Hills from babyhood ; and Gadsby thought back about that las- soo which had brought him Lady Gadsby.
Now asking a girl's Dad for that young lady's hand is no snap for any young swain; and Gadsby was just that kind of a Dad who would smooth out any bumps or rough spots in such a young swain's path.
Nancy wasn't a child, now, but a grown-up young woman; so Gadsby said: — "Frank, Lady Gadsby and I know all about how much you think of Nancy; and what Nancy thinks of you.
So, if you want to marry, our full wish is for a long and happy union. Nancy is out in that arbor, down this back path; and I'll watch that nobody disturbs you two for an hour.
Many a man has known that startling instant in which Dan Cupid, that busy young rascal, took things in hand, and told him that his baby girl was [ 90 ] G A D S B Y n0 t a baby girl now, and was about to fly away from him.
It is both a happy and a sad thrill that shoots through a man at such an instant. Happy and joy- ous at his girl's arrival at maturity; sad, as it brings to mind that awkward fact that his own youth is now but a myth; and that his scalp is showing va- cant spots.
His baby girl in a bridal gown! His baby girl a Matron! His baby girl proudly placing a grandchild in his lap!!
It's an impossibility!! But this big world is full of this kind of impossibil- ity, and will stay so as long as Man lasts. So Nancy, tiny, happy, laughing Nancy, was "found" through a conspiracy by Dan Cupid and Frank Morgan; and right in all glory of youth.
Ah, what a word!! And how transi- tory! But, how grand! How many millions in gold would pour out for an ability to call it all back, as with our musical myth, Faust.
During that magic part of a child's growth this world is just a gigantic inquiry box, containing many a topic for which a solution is paramount to a growing mind.
And to whom can a child look, but us adults? Any man who "can't stop now" to talk with a child upon a topic which, to him is "too silly for anything," should look back to that day upon which that topic was dark and dubious in his [ 91 ] D S B own brain.
A child who asks nothing will know nothing. That is why that "bump of inquiry" w as put on top of our skulls. It was in August that Frank had stumbling- ly told Gadsby of his troth; and so, along in April, Branton Hills was told that a grand church ritual would occur in May.
May, with its blossoms, birds and balmy air! An idyllic month for matri- mony. I wish that I could call this grand church af- fair by its common, customary nomination ; but that word can't possibly crowd into this story.
It must pass simply as a church ritual. All right; so far, so good. So, along into April all Branton Hills was agog, awaiting informa- tion as to that actual day ; or, I should say, night.
Gadsby's old Organization of Youth was still as loyal to all in it as it was, way back in days of its formation ; days of almost constantly running around town, soliciting funds for many a good Municipal activity.
Finally this group got cards announcing that on May Fourth, Branton Hills' First Church would admit all who might wish to aid in starting Nancy and Frank upon that glamor- ous path to matrimonial bliss.
May Fourth was punctual in arriving; though many a young girl got into that flighty con- [93 ] G A D S B Y dition in which a month drags along as though i n irons, and clock-hands look as if stuck fast.
But to many girls, also, May Fourth was not any too far away; for charming gowns and dainty hats do not grow upon shrubs, you know; and girls who work all day must hurry at night, at manipulating a thousand or so things which go towards adorn- ing our girls of today.
Now, an approach to a young girl's "big day" is not always as that girl might wish. Small things bob up, which, at first, look actually disastrous for a joyous occasion; and for Nancy and Frank, just such a thing did bob up ; for, on May Third, a pour- ing rain and whistling wind put Branton Hills' spirits way, way down into a sorrowful slump.
Black, ugly, rumbling clouds hung aggravatingly about in a saturation of mist, rain and fog; and roads and lawns got such a washing that Nancy said : — "Anyway, if I can't walk across that front church yard, I can swim it!!
But young Dan Cupid was still around , and got in touch with that tyrannical mythological god [94] G A D S B Y w ho controls storms ; and put forth such a convinc- ing account of all Nancy's good points, and Frank's too, if anybody should ask you that a command rang out across a stormy sky : — "Calling all clouds!
Calling all clouds! All rain to stop at midnight of May Third! Bright Sun on May Fourth, and no wind! Old Sol was smil- ing brightly down on Branton Hills; birds sang; all sorts of blossoming things had had a good drink; and a most glorious sky, rid of all ugly clouds, put our young lady into such a happy mood that it took a lot of control to avoid just a tiny bit of humidity around a small pair of rich, brown orbs which al- ways had that vibrating, dancing light of happy youth; that miraculous "joy of living.
If that happy man so much as said : — "Now, I " a grand, womanly chorus told him that "a man don't know anything about such affairs;" and that a most satisfactory spot for him was in a hammock on his porch, with a good cigar!
A man is nominally mon- arch in his own family; but only so on that out- [95] G A D S B Y standing day upon which a bridal gown is laid out in all its glory on his parlor sofa, and a small mob of girls, and occasionally a woman or two, is rush- ing in and out, up and down stairs, and finding as much to do as a commonly known microscopic "bug" of prodigious hopping ability finds at a dog show.
A thousand thoughts and a mil- lion words, this crowd was all girls, you know! But Gadsby laughingly staid out of it all, watching big armfuls of bloom and many a curious looking box go in through that front door ; flying hands rapidly untying glorious ribbon wrappings.
Now, upon all such occasions you will find, if you snoop around in dining room or pantry, an astonishing loaf of culinary art, all fancy frost- ing, and chuck full of raisins and citron, which is always cut upon such an auspicious occasion; and it is as hard to avoid naming it, in this story, as it is to withstand its assault upon your stomach.
Oh hum! Now what? May Fourth, lasting, as Nancy said, "for about a million months," finally got Gadsby's dining room clock around to six-fifty; only about an hour, now, to that grand march past practically half of Bran- ton Hills' population; for all who couldn't jam into that commodious church would stand around in a [ 96 ] G A D S B Y solid phalanx, blocking all traffic in that part of town ; for all Branton Hills was fond of its Mayor's "baby girl.
Poor boy! Now, if you think that a young lad at such an instant is as calm as a mill-pond, you don't know romantic Youth, that's all.
About forty of Gadsby's old Organization boys, now man- ly young chaps, had bought him a car, which Nancy was not to know anything about until that throwing of old boots, and what is also customary, had quit.
Frank didn't want to hold it back from Nancy, but what can a chap do, against forty? Also, last night, at a big "so sorry, old chap" party, Frank had found how loyal a bunch of old pals can turn out; and this "grand launching into matri- monial doubt" had put him in a happy mood for that all important oration of two words: — "I do.
Just look and gasp!! A long chain of lilacs runs from door to altar in two rows. And look at that big arch of wistaria and narcissus half way along!
Artificial palms stand in curving ranks from organ to walls ; and, with all lights softly glowing through pink [ 97 ] G A D S B Y silk hoods; and with gilt cords outlining an altar- dais of moss and sprays of asparagus, it is a sight to bring a thrill to anybody, young or old.
And, now — aha!! With organist and Pastor waiting, a murmur and hand-clapping from that big front door told all who had luckily g t in that Nancy was coming!
It took thirty cars to bring that bridal party to church ; for not a boy or girl of our old Organization would miss this occas- ion for a farm, with a pig on it with four kinks in its tail.
Now, naturally, any girl would long to walk up that Holy path with Nancy, but too many would spoil things ; so, by drawing lots, Nancy had for company, Sarah Young, Lucy Donaldson, Pris- cilla Standish, Virginia Adams, Doris Johnson and Cora Grant; with Kathlyn as Maid of Honor, as charming an array of youthful glory as you could find in all Branton Hills.
Until this important arrival, Branton Hills' famous organist, just plain John Smith, was play- ing softly, — "Just a Song at Twilight," watching for a signal from Mayor Gadsby; and soon swung into that famous march which brought foith a grand thrill, as tiny, blushing, palpitating Nancy took "Dad's" arm, gazing with shining orbs at that distant — oh, so distant — altar.
What is sad about it? But many a lash was moist as that tiny vision of glamorous purity slowly trod that fragrant pathway. Possibly girls can't avoid it; anyway, our Branton Hills girls didn't try to do so.
Gadsby, as has many a good old Dad, fought back any such showing; but I won't say that his thoughts didn't nag him; for, giving away your baby girl to any young, though first-class chap, is not actually fun.
But that long, long trail finally brought him to that mossy dais, at which Frank, coming in through a handy door, stood waiting.
Nancy was as calm as a wax doll; but Frank stood shaking with a most annoying cough of imaginary origin! Now I won't go through with all that was said; nor say anything about Nancy's tiny, warm, soft hand as it was put in Frank's big clumsy fist by Pastor Brown.
Nor about that first Holy kiss; nor that long, mighty roar of organ music, as our happy, blushing pair trod that long pathway, door- wards.
You know all about it, anyway, as most such rituals follow a standard custom. Nor shall I go into that happy hour at His Honor's mansion, dur- ing which that fancy loaf of frosting, raisins and citron was cut; and which many a girl put in a pillow that night!
But I will say, — shhhh! It was just that customary "All aboard!! I'll turn from this happy affair now and try to find out what was going on in this thriving, hustling city.
Now you probably think of a city as a gigantic thing; for, if you go up onto a high hill, and look around across that vast array of buildings, parks, roads and distant suburbs, you not only think that it is a gigantic thing, you know it is.
But, is it? Just stop and think a bit. All such things as bulk, or width, you know by comparison only; comparison with familiar things.
So, just for fun, go up in an imaginary balloon, about half way to that old Moon, which has hung aloft from your birth — and possibly a day or two in addition — and look down upon your "gigantic" city.
How will it look? It is a small patch of various colors; but you know that, within that tiny patch, many thousands of your kind hurry back and forth; rail- way trains crawl out to far-away districts; and, if you can pick out a grain of dust that stands out dimly in a glow of sunlight, you may know that it is your mansion, your cabin or your hut, according to your financial status.
Now, if that hardly shows up, how about you? You must admit that your past thoughts as to your own pomposity will shrink just a bit!
All this shows us that could this big World think, it wouldn't know that such a thing as Man was on it. And Man thinks that his part in all this unthinkably vast Cosmos is important!!
Why, you poor shrimp! You wouldn't show up from that balloon as plainly as an ant, in crawling around our Capitol building at Washington.
But why all this talk about our own incon- spicuosity? It is simply brought up to accompany Nancy's thoughts as that train shot across country; for Nancy, until now, had not known anything ap- proaching such a trip.
So this happy, happy trip, back upon which many a woman looks, with a ro- mantic thrill, was astounding to such a girl.
In thinking of it you naturally bring up two words — "Pyramids" and "Sphinx", words familiar from school days. Prac- tically from birth, Nancy, along with millions of folks, had known that famous illustration of a thing [ ] G A D S B Y half Hon and half woman ; and a mountainous mass f masonry, built for a king's tomb.
So, stand- ing right in front of both, Nancy and Frank got that wondrous thrill coming from attaining a long, long wish.
From Cairo to Italy, Spain, London, Paris, and that grand Atlantic sail, landing at Boston, and hustling by fast train but how slow it did go!!
So, along about Thanksgiving Day, about half of its population was again at its big railway station, for Nancy was coming back. And Frank, too, if anybody should ask you.
And with that big Municipal Band a-boom- ing and blaring, and the crowd of our old Organi- zation girls pushing forward, did Branton Hills look good to Nancy?
And did Nancy look good to Branton Hills? What a glorious tan, from days and days on shipboard! And was that old Atlantic ugly?
Ask Frank, poor chap, who, as on that big Pacific, had found out just what a ship's rail is for! And that stomachs can turn most amazing flip-flops if an old boat is too frisky!
In just an instant, actual count, Nancy was in Lady Gadsby's arms, fighting valiantly to hold back a flood of big, happy sobs; and Frank was busy, grabbing a cloud of hands surging towards him.
And it is also mighty good to put a trunk or a bag down, knowing that it will "stay put" for a day or two, anyway. That constant packing and unpacking on a long trip, soon turns into an auto- matic function; and how Nancy did worry about what transportation customs in various lands would do to a first class trunk which has a romantic history, owing to its coming as a matrimonial gift from a group of loving girls.
But now; ah!! Put it away, and your things around, in familiar disposal. Long trips do bring lots of fun and informa- tion ; but a truly long trip is tiring, both in body and mind.
But Nancy and Frank won't stay with Gads- by long; for, during that trip, a charming bungalow was built on a lot of Gadsby's, facing City Park; and Nancy put in many days arranging things in it.
Anybody who has had such joyful work to do, knows how assiduously a young pair would go about it; for two young robins carrying bits of cotton and string up to a criss-cross of twigs in a big oak, with constant soft, loving chirps, "had noth- ing," according to our popular slang, on Nancy and Frank.
Finally "moving in day" got around, with [ ] " G A D S B Y that customary party, to which you carry a gjift to add to such things as a young husband on only a small salary can install.
And how gifts did pour in!! Rugs, chairs, small stands, urns, clocks, photos in wall mountings, dainty scarfs all hand- work by our girls in our Night School , books, lamps, a "radio" from Station KBH, until, finally, a big truck found an opportunity in that coming and going throng to back in and unload an upright piano, all satin ribbon wrappings, with a card: — "From Branton Hills' Municipal Band.
Now bugs will burrow in soil, and always did, from History's birth ; building catacombs which at last vanish through a piling up of rocks, sand or soil on that spot.
Now Julius continually ran across accounts of important "finds" of such fos- sils, and with Kathlyn's aid was soon inaugurating popular clamor for a big Hall of Natural History.
This, Julius and Kathlyn thought, would turn out as popular, in a way, as living animals out at our Zoo. But an appropriation for a Hall of Natural History is a hard thing to jam through a City Council; for though its occupants call for no food, you can't maintain such a building without human custody; "which," said Old Bill Simpkins, "is but a tricky way of saying CASH!
And what a crowd was on hand for that first public day! Julius and Kathlyn took visitors through various rooms, giv- ing much data upon what was shown; and many a Branton Hills inhabitant found out a lot of facts about our vast past; about organisms living so far back in oblivion as to balk Man's brain to grasp.
Kathlyn stood amongst groups of botanical fossili- zations, with Gadsby not far away, as this studious young woman told school pupils how our common plants of today through various transitions in form, show a kinship with what now lay, in miraculously good condition, in this big Hall; and Julius told staring groups how this or that fossil did actually link such animals as our cow or walrus of today with original forms totally apart, both in looks and habits.
And it was comforting to Gadsby to find pupils asking how long ago this was, and noting that amazing look as Julius had to say that nobody knows.
Such a building is an addition to any city; for this big World is so old that human calculation [ ] G A D S B Y cannot fathom it; and it will, in all probability, g on always.
So it is improving a child's mind to visit such displays; for it will start a train of thoughts along a path not commonly sought if such institutions do not stand as attractions.
Now, in any community a crank will bob up, who will, with loud acclaim and high-sounding words, avow that it "is a scandalous drain on public funds to put up such a building just to show a lot of rocks, ani- mals' ribs and birds' skulls.
It is an old, old story, that if you want a city's population to go in strongly for anything, and you start a loud, bawling campaign against it, that public will turn to it for information as to its worth.
So, just such a loud, bawling moron had to drift into our Hall on its inaugura- tion day, and soon ran smack up against Kathlyn! That worthy girl, allowing him to "blow off" a bit, finally said : — "I know you.
You run a stock farm. All right. You want to know all you can about match- ing and crossing your stock, don't you? I thought so. But God did all that, long, oh, so long ago; gradually producing such animals as you own to- [ ] G A D S B Y jay; and all you can do is to follow along, in your puny way, and try to avoid a poor quality of stock mixing with yours.
This building contains thous- ands of God's first works. It won't do you a bit of harm to look through our rooms. Nothing will jump out at you!
And Gadsby slid outdoors, chuckling: — "That's my girl talking!! That's my Kath- lyn!! Such things grant us our only vision into Natural History's big book; and it isn't a book in first-class condition.
Far from it! Just a tiny scrap; a slip; or, possibly a big chunk is found, with nothing noti- fying us as to how it got to that particular point, nor how long ago.
Man can only look at it, lift it, rap it, cut into it, and squint at it through a mag- nifying glass. And, — think about it. That's all; until a formal study brings accompanying thoughts from many minds; and, by such tactics, judging that in all probability such and such a rock or fossil footprint is about so old.
Natural His- tory holds you in its grasp through just this impos- sibility of finding actual facts; for it is thus caus- ing you to think.
Plants do not think. Animals probably do, but in a pri- mary way, such as an aid in knowing poisonous foods, and how to bring up an offspring with simi- lar ability.
But Man can, and should think, and think hard and constantly. It is ridiculous to rush blindly into an action without looking forward to lay out a plan.
Such an unthinking custom is al- most a panic, and panic is but a mild form of in- sanity. So Kathlyn and Julius did a grand, good thing in having this Hall as an addition to Branton Hills' institutions.
Now, in any city or town, or almost any small community, you will find a building, or pos- sibly only a room, about which said city or town has nothing to say.
It is that most important in- stitution in which you put a stamp on your mail and drop it into a slot, knowing that it will find its way across city or country to that man or woman who is waiting for it.
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Gadsby is divided into two parts: the first, about a quarter of the book's total length, is strictly a history of the city of Branton Hills and John Gadsby's place in it, while the second part of the book fleshes out the book's main characters.
The novel is written from the point of view of an anonymous narrator, who continually complains about his poor writing skills and often uses circumlocution.
The book's opening two paragraphs are: [6]. If Youth, throughout all history, had had a champion to stand up for it; to show a doubting world that a child can think; and, possibly, do it practically; you wouldn't constantly run across folks today who claim that "a child don't know anything.
Up to about its primary school days a child thinks, naturally, only of play. But many a form of play contains disciplinary factors.
Now, if, throughout childhood, a brain has no opposition, it is plain that it will attain a position of "status quo," as with our ordinary animals.
Man knows not why a cow, dog or lion was not born with a brain on a par with ours; why such animals cannot add, subtract, or obtain from books and schooling, that paramount position which Man holds today.
Wright appears to have worked on the manuscript for a number of years. Though its official publication date is , references in newspaper humor columns are made to his manuscript of a book without an "e" years earlier.
Prior to publication he occasionally referred to his manuscript as Champion of Youth. The paper turned him down. Wright struggled to find a publisher for the book, and eventually used Wetzel Publishing Co.
A post on the Bookride blog about rare books says a warehouse holding copies of Gadsby burned shortly after the book was printed, destroying "most copies of the ill fated novel".
The blog post says the book was never reviewed "and only kept alive by the efforts of a few avant garde French intellos and assorted connoisseurs of the odd, weird and zany".
Wright died the same year of publication, In , Wright said writing the book was a challenge and the author of an article on his efforts in The Oshkosh Daily recommended composing lipograms for insomnia sufferers.
He said he tied down the "e" key on his typewriter while completing the final manuscript. An article in the Oshkosh Daily in wrote lipogrammatically that the manuscript was "amazingly smooth.
No halting parts. A continuity of plot and almost classic clarity obtains". Author Ed Park jokingly aped Wright's style "Lipogram aficionados—folks who lash words and alas!
What about J. La Disparition A Void is a lipogrammatic French novel partly inspired by Gadsby [17] that likewise omits the letter "e" and is 50, words long.
Wright", [20] a tutor to protagonist Anton Voyl; in addition, a composition attributed to Voyl in La Disparition is actually a quotation from Gadsby.
Trevor Kitson, writing in New Zealand's Manawatu Standard in , said he was prompted to write a short lipogram after seeing Wright's book.
The attempt gave him an appreciation for how difficult Wright's task was, but he was less impressed with the end result. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
Novel by Ernest Vincent Wright that did not use the letter "e". Not to be confused with The Great Gatsby. Wetzel Publishing Co. University Press of America.
Ernest Vincent Wright's Machine Dreams". The Village Voice. Archived from the original on August 17, Retrieved The Evening Independent.
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