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624 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1908
“He was muttering to his son:But the more the text continued the more ‘appropriate’ this language felt. If FMF had used contemporary English it would have been as out of place as those all-too common American accents in period dramas made in Hollywood. I was grateful to be reading a Kindle version of the novel (which meant I could simply click on the frequent impenetrable archaic words he employs: there were dozens I had never seen before, and nevertheless, dozens for which no translation was available).
‘A stiff neck knows no mending, God shall break one day’.
His son, square, dark, with his sleeves rolled up showing immense muscles developed at the levers of his presses, bent his black beard and frowned his heavy brows above his printings.
‘Doubtless God shall break his engine when its work is done’ he muttered.
‘You call Privy Seal God’s engine?’ the old man quavered ironically.”