Leather Binding on Spine and Corners with Golden Leaf Printing on round Spine (extra customization on request like complete leather, Golden Screen printing in Front, Color Leather, Colored book etc.) Reprinted in 2018 with the help of original edition published long back [1909]. This book is printed in black & white, sewing binding for longer life, printed on high quality Paper, re-sized as per Current standards, professionally processed without changing its contents. As these are old books, we processed each page manually and make them readable but in some cases some pages which are blur or missing or black spots. If it is multi volume set, then it is only single volume, if you wish to order a specific or all the volumes you may contact us. We expect that you will understand our compulsion in these books. We found this book important for the readers who want to know more about our old treasure so we brought it back to the shelves. Hope you will like it and give your comments and suggestions. - eng, Pages 318. EXTRA 10 DAYS APART FROM THE NORMAL SHIPPING PERIOD WILL BE REQUIRED FOR LEATHER BOUND BOOKS. COMPLETE LEATHER WILL COST YOU EXTRA US$ 25 APART FROM THE LEATHER BOUND BOOKS. {FOLIO EDITION IS ALSO AVAILABLE.} Complete An English woman's love letters. 1909 Housman, Laurence, -.
English playwright, writer, and illustrator Laurence Housman, younger brother of the classical scholar and poet A.E. Housman and the writer Clemence Housman
In 1871, their mother died, and their father remarried a cousin. After education at Bromsgrove School, Laurence went with Clemence to study art at the Lambeth School of Art and the Royal College of Arts in London.
The preface to the first edition of this book intentionally left the readers to wonder whether this was a work of fiction or the letters were really written by a woman and later put together by Mr Housman, but the preface to the edition I read said that the letter-writer was not a made up character but a real woman by the name Esther Marion Foley and the man whom the letters were delivered and intended to went by the name Wilfrid.
Two-third of this book was full of her happiness and love for him. She was a woman with intellect and her language was charming and she dotted her writings with humours. But suddenly everything snapped and she was wrenched from her dream to become his wife. The final one-third was letters that she wrote but did not reach him until after she died. She did not know why he left her: she assumed it was his mother whose heart she wished to win but failed but when his mother died he still did not return to her.
‘There is no fault in you,’ he said. ‘[T]he fault is elsewhere; I can no longer love you as I did. All that is between us must be at an end; for your good and mine the only way is to say goodbye without meeting. I know you will not forget me, but you will forgive me, even because of the great pain I caused you. You are the most generous woman I have known. If it would comfort you to blame me for this I would beg you to do it: but I know you better, and ask you to believe it is my deep misfortune rather than my fault that I can no longer your lover, as, God knows, I was once, I dare not say how a short time ago. To me you remain, what I always found you, the best and most true-hearted woman a man could pray to meet.’ And that was all.
She died at about 23, without knowing the real reason.
They are so well written that you would think them real. She travels through Italy during some of them and you fall in love with the charms of where she stops. I never would have guessed they were fiction written by a man.