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A Young Man's Year by Anthony Hope - Paperback
44.10 درهم

A Young Man's Year by Anthony Hope - Paperback

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44.10 درهم 

  - ستوفر -44.10 درهم
الأسعار تشمل ضريبة القيمة المضافة  التفاصيل
رقم ال ISBN
9781497351356
الفئات
كلاسيك
لغة الكتاب
الانجليزية
الناشر
Createspace
الوصف:

It was a dark, dank, drizzly morning in March. A dull mist filled all the air, and the rain drifted in a thin sheet across the garden of the Middle Temple. Everything looked a dull drab. Certainly it was a beastly morning. Moreover-to add to its offences-it was Monday morning. Arthur Lisle had always hated Monday mornings; through childhood, school, and university they had been his ...

تشحن من الولايات المتحدة
اشحن الى دبي (تغيير المدينة)
التوصيل خلال الثلاثاء ٣٠ أكتوبر - الخميس ١ نوفمبر الي دبي

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معلومات المنتج

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    المواصفات

    رقم ال ISBN
    9781497351356
    الفئات
    كلاسيك
    لغة الكتاب
    الانجليزية
    لغة النص
    الانجليزية
    رقم ال ISBN
    9781497351356
    الفئات
    كلاسيك
    لغة الكتاب
    الانجليزية
    لغة النص
    الانجليزية
    الناشر
    Createspace
    الرقم المميز للسلعة
    2724430860680
    المؤلفين
    الكاتب
    Anthony Hope
    معلومات تقنية
    غلاف الكتاب
    غلاف عادي
    إقرأ المزيد
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    الوصف:

    It was a dark, dank, drizzly morning in March. A dull mist filled all the air, and the rain drifted in a thin sheet across the garden of the Middle Temple. Everything looked a dull drab. Certainly it was a beastly morning. Moreover-to add to its offences-it was Monday morning. Arthur Lisle had

    It was a dark, dank, drizzly morning in March. A dull mist filled all the air, and the rain drifted in a thin sheet across the garden of the Middle Temple. Everything looked a dull drab. Certainly it was a beastly morning. Moreover-to add to its offences-it was Monday morning. Arthur Lisle had always hated Monday mornings; through childhood, school, and university they had been his inveterate enemies-with their narrow rigorous insistence on a return to work, with the end they put to freedom, to leisure, to excursions in the body or in the spirit. And they were worse now, since the work was worse, in that it was not real work at all; it was only waiting for work, or at best a tedious and weary preparation for work which did not come and (for all that he could see) never would come. There was no reason why it ever should. Even genius might starve unnoticed at the Bar, and he was no genius. Even interest might fail to help a man, and interest he had none. Standing with his hands in the pockets, listlessly staring out of the window of his cell of a room, unable to make up his mind how to employ himself, he actually cursed his means of subsistence-the hundred and fifty pounds a year which had led him into the fatal ambition of being called to the Bar. "But for that it would have been impossible for me to be such an ass," he reflected gloomily, as he pushed back his thick reddish-brown hair from his forehead and puckered the thin sensitive lines of his mouth into a childish pout. Henry the clerk (of whom Mr. Arthur Lisle owned an undivided fourth share) came into the room, carrying a bundle of papers tied with red tape. Turning round on the opening of the door, Arthur suddenly fell prey to an emotion of extraordinary strength and complexity; amazement, joy, excitement, fear, all in their highest expression, struggled for mastery over him. Had he got a Brief? "Mr. Norton Ward says, will you be kind enough to protect him in Court III, in case he's on in the Court of Appeal? It's a very simple matter, he says; it's the Divisional Court, sir, third in the list." Henry put the papers on the table and went out, quite disregardful of the storm of emotion which he had aroused. Though keenly interested in the fortunes of his employers, he did not study their temperaments. It had happened, the thing that Arthur knew he ought always to hope for, the thing that in fact he had always dreaded. He had not got a brief; he had to "hold" one-to hold one for somebody else, and that at short notice-"unhouseled, disappointed, unanealed " That is to say, with no time to make ready for the fearful ordeal. It was nearly ten o'clock, at half-past he must be in court; at any moment after that the case might come on, its two predecessors having crumpled up, as cases constantly did in the Divisional Court. The fell terrors of nervousness beset him, so that he was almost sick. He dashed at the brief fiercely, but his fingers trembled so that he could hardly untie the tape. Still, he managed a hurried run through the papers and got the point into his head.

    خصائص المنتج:
    • الفئات: كلاسيك
    • غلاف الكتاب: غلاف عادي
    • لغة الكتاب: الانجليزية
    • الكاتب: Anthony Hope
    • الناشر: Createspace
    • رقم ال ISBN: 9781497351356
    • عدد الصفحات: 98
    • لأبعاد (الارتفاع*العرض*العمق): 11 x 8.5 x 0.2 inches
 

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