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The Celestial Omnibus and other Stories   By: (1879-1970)

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THE CELESTIAL OMNIBUS AND OTHER STORIES

By

E.M. FORSTER

London: Sidgwick & Jackson Ltd. Adam Street, Adelphi, W.C.

1912.

TO THE MEMORY OF THE INDEPENDENT REVIEW

These stories first appeared in The Albany Review, The English Review, The Independent Review, The Pall Mall Magazine , and Putnams Magazine ; thanks are due to the editors for kindly permitting republication.

CONTENTS

The Story of a Panic The Other Side of the Hedge The Celestial Omnibus Other Kingdom The Curate's Friend The Road from Colonus

THE STORY OF A PANIC

I

Eustace's career if career it can be called certainly dates from that afternoon in the chestnut woods above Ravello. I confess at once that I am a plain, simple man, with no pretensions to literary style. Still, I do flatter myself that I can tell a story without exaggerating, and I have therefore decided to give an unbiassed account of the extraordinary events of eight years ago.

Ravello is a delightful place with a delightful little hotel in which we met some charming people. There were the two Miss Robinsons, who had been there for six weeks with Eustace, their nephew, then a boy of about fourteen. Mr. Sandbach had also been there some time. He had held a curacy in the north of England, which he had been compelled to resign on account of ill health, and while he was recruiting at Ravello he had taken in hand Eustace's education which was then sadly deficient and was endeavouring to fit him for one of our great public schools. Then there was Mr. Leyland, a would be artist, and, finally, there was the nice landlady, Signora Scafetti, and the nice English speaking waiter, Emmanuele though at the time of which I am speaking Emmanuele was away, visiting a sick father.

To this little circle, I, my wife, and my two daughters made, I venture to think, a not unwelcome addition. But though I liked most of the company well enough, there were two of them to whom I did not take at all. They were the artist, Leyland, and the Miss Robinsons' nephew, Eustace.

Leyland was simply conceited and odious, and, as those qualities will be amply illustrated in my narrative, I need not enlarge upon them here. But Eustace was something besides: he was indescribably repellent.

I am fond of boys as a rule, and was quite disposed to be friendly. I and my daughters offered to take him out 'No, walking was such a fag.' Then I asked him to come and bathe ' No, he could not swim.'

"Every English boy should be able to swim," I said, "I will teach you myself."

"There, Eustace dear," said Miss Robinson; "here is a chance for you."

But he said he was afraid of the water! a boy afraid! and of course I said no more.

I would not have minded so much if he had been a really studious boy, but he neither played hard nor worked hard. His favourite occupations were lounging on the terrace in an easy chair and loafing along the high road, with his feet shuffling up the dust and his shoulders stooping forward. Naturally enough, his features were pale, his chest contracted, and his muscles undeveloped. His aunts thought him delicate; what he really needed was discipline.

That memorable day we all arranged to go for a picnic up in the chestnut woods all, that is, except Janet, who stopped behind to finish her water colour of the Cathedral not a very successful attempt, I am afraid.

I wander off into these irrelevant details, because in my mind I cannot separate them from an account of the day; and it is the same with the conversation during the picnic: all is imprinted on my brain together. After a couple of hours' ascent, we left the donkeys that had carried the Miss Robinsons and my wife, and all proceeded on foot to the head of the valley Vallone Fontana Caroso is its proper name, I find.

I have visited a good deal of fine scenery before and since, but have found little that has pleased me more. The valley ended in a vast hollow, shaped like a cup, into which radiated ravines from the precipitous hills around... Continue reading book >>




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