A 1911 novel by way of Max Beerbohm, a satire of undergraduate lifestyles at Oxford throughout the Edwardian period. Zuleika is a tender femme fatale who enthralls the whole undergraduate college at Oxford. each younger guy who sees her falls in love and she or he completely enjoys their cognizance. This satire contains the well-known line "Death cancels all engagements" and provides a corrosive view of Oxford at the moment.
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Believe he went to the Bursar, bought an exeat, fled instantly to London! What simply humiliation for Zuleika to return down and locate her captive long gone! He pictured her staring round the quadrangle, ranging the cloisters, calling to him. He pictured her rustling to the gate of the varsity, inquiring on the porter's hotel. "His Grace, pass over, he gone through a minute in the past. he is going down this afternoon. " but, even whereas his fancy luxuriated during this scheme, he good knew that he wouldn't accomplish something of the sort - knew good that he could wait the following humbly, eagerly, although Zuleika lingered over her rest room until crack o' doom. He had no wish that used to be no longer focused in her. remove his love for her, and what remained? not anything - although in simple terms some time past twenty-four hours had this love been additional to him. Ah, why had he ever noticeable her? He considered his prior, its chilly splendour and insouciance. yet he knew that for him there has been no returning. His boats have been burnt. The Cytherean babes had set their torches to that flotilla, and it had blazed like match-wood. at the isle of the enchantress he used to be stranded for ever. For ever stranded at the isle of an enchantress who might don't have anything to do with him! What, he puzzled, can be performed in so piteous a crisis? There looked to be classes. One used to be to pine slowly and painfully away. the opposite. .. Academically, the Duke had usually reasoned guy for whom existence holds no probability of happiness can't too fast shake lifestyles off. Now, of a surprising, there has been for that thought a bright software. "Whether 'tis nobler within the brain to endure" was once now not some extent through which he, "more an vintage Roman than a Dane," was once in any respect bothered. by no means had he given ear to that cackle often called Public Opinion. The judgment of his friends - this, he had frequently informed himself, was once the only arbitrage he might undergo; yet then, who used to be to be at the bench? Peerless, he was once irresponsible - the captain of his soul, the despot of his destiny. No injunction yet from himself might he bow to; and his personal injunctions - so little Danish was once he - had consistently been peremptory and lucid. Lucid and peremptory, now, the command he issued to himself. "So sorry to were so long," carolled a voice from above. The Duke regarded up. "I'm all yet ready," acknowledged Zuleika at her window. That short apparition replaced the color of his unravel. He realised that to die for romance of this woman will be no mere degree of precaution, or tips of melancholy. it might be in itself a passionate indulgence - a fiery rapture, to not be foregone. What greater might he ask than to die for his love? terrible certainly appeared to him now the sacrament of marriage beside the sacrament of dying. loss of life used to be incomparably the better, the finer soul. loss of life was once the only real bridal. He flung again his head, unfold vast his hands, quickened his speed virtually to working pace. Ah, he might win his bride prior to the environment of the solar. He knew now not by way of what skill he could win her. adequate that even now, full-hearted, fleet-footed, he used to be on his approach to her, and that she heard him coming.