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Excerpt from Seven Strange Stories: A Little Life, a Little Metaphysics, a Little Love
I do not mean to say he was not a worker, for he was. He worked for the realization of his dreams, - Position, Power, Riches; for the attainment of those outward evi deuces of success that characterized his older friends, the Doctor, the Professor, the Judge, the Diplomat, and which evidences always stood before his eyes as the most desir able of worldly possessions.
With these practical aims Felix was still a dreamer. Though by no means an idler, yet, at twenty-eight, while to outward appearances he was on the highroad to success according to the accepted idea, to himself he admitted that he was at a standstill.
He was a plodder, inasmuch that he met and conquered. He did not look from an elevated position to command, to turn to account, to manipulate. Possibly he lacked continuity of purpose, for together with his pursuit of the law he coupled other ventures, in commercial lines, which he thought, and his friends thought, would prove of the greatest money-making value.
Previously, he had seldom stopped to think. Now he was at a critical point in his existence. He thought. His exact feelings he could not fathom. His business career confused his early training.
His mother, from his youth up, had sought to instill in him Truth, Sobriety, Charity. She was a strong-minded woman. Quick to see and to execute; prone to bear up under adversity; ambitious; a woman with all a woman''s instincts and reasoning, which Felix had never analyzed. He owed fifteen years of his training to her. The train ing bears its fruit.
His father was steady, plodding, successful. To him Felix gave little heed. In fact, in reasoning they never could agree, - his father and he.
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I do not mean to say he was not a worker, for he was. He worked for the realization of his dreams, - Position, Power, Riches; for the attainment of those outward evi deuces of success that characterized his older friends, the Doctor, the Professor, the Judge, the Diplomat, and which evidences always stood before his eyes as the most desir able of worldly possessions.
With these practical aims Felix was still a dreamer. Though by no means an idler, yet, at twenty-eight, while to outward appearances he was on the highroad to success according to the accepted idea, to himself he admitted that he was at a standstill.
He was a plodder, inasmuch that he met and conquered. He did not look from an elevated position to command, to turn to account, to manipulate. Possibly he lacked continuity of purpose, for together with his pursuit of the law he coupled other ventures, in commercial lines, which he thought, and his friends thought, would prove of the greatest money-making value.
Previously, he had seldom stopped to think. Now he was at a critical point in his existence. He thought. His exact feelings he could not fathom. His business career confused his early training.
His mother, from his youth up, had sought to instill in him Truth, Sobriety, Charity. She was a strong-minded woman. Quick to see and to execute; prone to bear up under adversity; ambitious; a woman with all a woman''s instincts and reasoning, which Felix had never analyzed. He owed fifteen years of his training to her. The train ing bears its fruit.
His father was steady, plodding, successful. To him Felix gave little heed. In fact, in reasoning they never could agree, - his father and he.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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J. Wallace Hoff
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Page Count - 108
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J. Wallace Hoff
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Page Count - 110
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