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- Herausgeber: Ambrose Bierce
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce was an American editorialist, journalist, short story writer, fabulist, and satirist. He wrote the short story "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge" and compiled a satirical lexicon, The Devil's Dictionary. His vehemence as a critic, his motto "Nothing matters", and the sardonic view of human nature that informed his work, all earned him the nickname "Bitter Bierce".Despite his reputation as a searing critic, Bierce was known to encourage younger writers, including the poets George Sterling and Herman George Scheffauer and the fiction writer W. C. Morrow. Bierce employed a distinctive style of writing, especially in his stories. His style often embraces an abrupt beginning, dark imagery, vague references to time, limited descriptions, impossible events, and the theme of war. In 1913, Bierce traveled to Mexico to gain first-hand experience of the Mexican Revolution. He was rumored to be traveling with rebel troops, but was not seen again (font.Wikipedia)
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The Fiend’s Delight
Ambrose Bierce
“Count that day lost whose low descending sun
Views from thy hand no worthy action done.”
Table of Contents
Preface.
Some Fiction.
“One More Unfortunate.”
The Strong Young Man of Colusa.
The Glad New Year.
The Late Dowling, Senior.
“Love’s Labour Lost.”
A Comforter.
Little Isaac.
The Heels of Her.
A Tale of Two Feet.
The Scolliver Pig.
Mr. Hunker’s Mourner.
A Bit of Chivalry.
The Head of the Family.
Deathbed Repentance.
The New Church that was not Built.
A Tale of the Great Quake.
Johnny.
The Child’s Provider.
Boys who Began Wrong.
A Kansas Incident.
Mr. Grile’s Girl.
His Railway.
Mr. Gish Makes a Present.
A Cow–County Pleasantry.
The Optimist, and What He Died Of.
The Root of Education.
Retribution.
Margaret the Childless.
The Discomfited Demon.
The Mistake of a Life.
L. S.
The Baffled Asian.
Tall Talk.
A Call to Dinner.
On Death and Immortality.
Music–Muscular and Mechanical.
The Good Young Man.
The Average Parson.
Did We Eat One Another?
Your Friend’s Friend.
Le Diable est aux Vaches.
Angels and Angles.
A Wingless Insect.
Pork on the Hoof.
The Young Person.
A Certain Popular Fallacy.
Pastoral Journalism.
Mendicity’s Mistake.
Picnicking considered as a Mistake.
Thanksgiving Day.
Flogging.
Reflections upon the Beneficent Influence of the Press.
Charity.
The Study of Human Nature.
Additional Talk–Done in the Country.
Current Journalings.
Obituary Notices.
Christians.
Pagans.
Musings, Philosophical and Theological.
Laughorisms.
“Items” from the Press of Interior California.
Poesy.
Ye Idyll of Ye Hippopopotamus.
Epitaph on George Francis Train.
Jerusalem, Old and New.
Communing with Nature.
Conservatism and Progress.
Inter Arma Silent Leges.
Quintessence.
Resurgam.
Preface.
The atrocities constituting this “cold collation” of diabolisms are taken mainly from various Californian journals. They are cast in the American language, and liberally enriched with unintelligibility. If they shall prove incomprehensible on this side of the Atlantic, the reader can pass to the other side at a moderately extortionate charge. In the pursuit of my design I think I have killed a good many people in one way and another; but the reader will please to observe that they were not people worth the trouble of leaving alive. Besides, I had the interests of my collaborator to consult. In writing, as in compiling, I have been ably assisted by my scholarly friend Mr. Satan; and to this worthy gentleman must be attributed most of the views herein set forth. While the plan of the work is partly my own, its spirit is wholly his; and this illustrates the ascendancy of the creative over the merely imitative mind. Palmam qui meruit ferat-I shall be content with the profit.
DOD GRILE.
Some Fiction.
“One More Unfortunate.”
It was midnight-a black, wet, midnight-in a great city by the sea. The church clocks were booming the hour, in tones half-smothered by the marching rain, when an officer of the watch saw a female figure glide past him like a ghost in the gloom, and make directly toward a wharf. The officer felt that some dreadful tragedy was about to be enacted, and started in pursuit. Through the sleeping city sped those two dark figures like shadows athwart a tomb. Out along the deserted wharf to its farther end fled the mysterious fugitive, the guardian of the night vainly endeavouring to overtake, and calling to her to stay. Soon she stood upon the extreme end of the pier, in the scourging rain which lashed her fragile figure and blinded her eyes with other tears than those of grief. The night wind tossed her tresses wildly in air, and beneath her bare feet the writhing billows struggled blackly upward for their prey. At this fearful moment the panting officer stumbled and fell! He was badly bruised; he felt angry and misanthropic. Instead of rising to his feet, he sat doggedly up and began chafing his abraded shin. The desperate woman raised her white arms heavenward for the final plunge, and the voice of the gale seemed like the dread roaring of the waters in her ears, as down, down, she went — in imagination — to a black death among the spectral piles. She backed a few paces to secure an impetus, cast a last look upon the stony officer, with a wild shriek sprang to the awful verge and came near losing her balance. Recovering herself with an effort, she turned her face again to the officer, who was clawing about for his missing club. Having secured it, he started to leave.
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