William Hurrell Mallock
Born
in Cheriton Bishop, Devon, England, The United Kingdom
February 07, 1849
Died
April 02, 1923
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Is Life Worth Living?
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1880
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140 editions
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The New Republic: Culture, Faith, and Philosophy in an English Country House
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1877
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73 editions
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Lucretius On Life And Death: In The Meter Of Omar Khayyam
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1900
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104 editions
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The New Paul and Virginia Positivism on an Island
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published
1878
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61 editions
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A Critical Examination of Socialism
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1907
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97 editions
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Every Man His Own Poet Or, The Inspired Singer's Recipe Book
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The Limits of Pure Democracy
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published
1914
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15 editions
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A human document, a novel. By: W. H. Mallock, in three volumes, Complete set volume 1, 2, and 3
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published
1892
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29 editions
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Old Order Changes, Victorian fiction : Novels of faith and doubt
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published
1887
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43 editions
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A human document, a novel Volume 1
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published
1892
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13 editions
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“And with distance in time it is the same as with distance in place. The imagination has its atmosphere and its sunlight as well as the earth has; only its mists are even more gorgeous and delicate, its aerial perspectives are even more wide and profound. It also transifgures and beautifies things in far more various ways. For the imagination is all senses in one; it is sight, it is smell, it is hearing; it is memory, regret, and passion. Everything goes to nourish it, from first love to literature - literature, which, for cultivated people, is the imagination's gastric juice.”
― In An Enchanted Island: Or A Winter's Retreat In Cyprus
― In An Enchanted Island: Or A Winter's Retreat In Cyprus
“Some will be always strong, and some will be always weak; and though, if there is no God, no divine and fatherly source of order, there will be, trust me, no aristocracies, there will still be tyrannies. There will still be rich and poor; and that will then mean happy and miserable; and the poor will be--as I sometimes think they are already--but a mass of groaning machinery, without even the semblance of rationality; and the rich, with only the semblance of it, but a set of gaudy, dancing marionettes, which is the machinery’s one work to keep in motion.”
― The New Republic: Culture, Faith, and Philosophy in an English Country House
― The New Republic: Culture, Faith, and Philosophy in an English Country House
“But will you be able to say what is right and what is wrong any longer, if you don’t know for whom anything is right and for whom anything is wrong--whether it is for men with immortal souls, or only with mortal bodies--who are only a little lower than the angels, or only a little better than the pigs? Whilst you can still contrive to doubt upon this matter, whilst the fabric of the old faith is still dissolving only, life still for you, the enlightened few, may preserve what happiness it has now. But when the old fabric is all dissolved, what then? When all divinity shall have gone from love and heroism, and only utility and pleasure shall be left, what then?”
― The New Republic: Culture, Faith, and Philosophy in an English Country House
― The New Republic: Culture, Faith, and Philosophy in an English Country House








