A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
"Oh, dear me, no--oh, no!" "Perhaps as a student of human nature," interposed Miss Lavish, "like myself?" "Oh, no. I am here as a tourist." "Oh, indeed," said Mr. Eager. "Are you indeed? If you will not think me rude, we residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little--handed about like a parcel of goods from Venice to Florence, from Florence to Rome, living herded together in pensions or hotels, quite unconscious of anything that is outside Baedeker, their one anxiety to get 'done' or 'through' and go on somewhere else. The result is, they mix up towns, rivers, palaces in one inextricable whirl. You know the American girl in Punch who says: 'Say, poppa, what did we see at Rome?' And the father replies: 'Why, guess Rome was the place where we saw the yaller dog.' There's travelling for you. Ha! ha! ha!"
"I quite agree," said Miss Lavish, who had several times tried to interrupt his mordant wit. "The narrowness and superficiality of the Anglo-Saxon tourist is nothing less than a menace." "Quite so. Now, the English colony at Florence, Miss Honeychurch --and it is of considerable size, though, of course, not all equally--a few are here for trade, for example. But the greater part are students. Lady Helen Laverstock is at present busy over Fra Angelico. I mention her name because we are passing her villa on the left. No, you can only see it if you stand--no, do not stand; you will fall. She is very proud of that thick hedge. Inside, perfect seclusion. One might have gone back six hundred years. Some critics believe that her garden was the scene of The Decameron, which lends it an additional interest, does it not?" "It does indeed!" cried Miss Lavish. "Tell me,
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"I quite agree," said Miss Lavish, who had<br />
several times tried to interrupt his mordant<br />
wit. "The narrowness and superficiality of the<br />
Anglo-Saxon tourist is nothing less than a<br />
menace."<br />
"Quite so. Now, the English colony at<br />
Florence, Miss Honeychurch --and it is of<br />
considerable size, though, of course, not all<br />
equally--a few are here for trade, for example.<br />
But the greater part are students. Lady Helen<br />
Laverstock is at present busy over Fra<br />
Angelico. I mention her name because we are<br />
passing her villa on the left. No, you can only<br />
see it if you stand--no, do not stand; you will<br />
fall. She is very proud of that thick hedge.<br />
Inside, perfect seclusion. One might have<br />
gone back six hundred years. Some critics<br />
believe that her garden was the scene of The<br />
Decameron, which lends it an additional<br />
interest, does it not?"<br />
"It does indeed!" cried Miss Lavish. "Tell me,
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