In Strange Company: A Story of Chili and The Southern Seas
Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, New Age, History, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Guy Boothby | ISBN: | 9781465528308 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria | Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Guy Boothby |
| ISBN: | 9781465528308 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria |
| Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
First and foremost it should be stated how I, Luke Sanctuary, came to be connected with this most extraordinary and, to say The least of it, mysterious business. For my own part, I do not doubt but that when you have read a few pages you will have come to The conclusion that, personally, I had no share in its actual making, for I am a man of peaceful disposition, as much unaccustomed as I am unfitted to bear a hand in such adventurous concerns; and what is perhaps more to The point, one who has never been out of England in The whole course of his existence. This preliminary having been set forth, and your mind disabused of any false impression, I am brought to The plain matter at issue, namely, The reason of, The facts which led to, and The people who induced my taking up The writing of this Book. and as this again—for it seems I am not permitted to escape it—necessitates The narration of more concerning myself, let me, if I can be nothing else, be brief. To begin with, my name is Luke Sanctuary; I am a bachelor; a man of regular and studious habits; The possessor of what is vaguely termed a comfortable income; and, as The result of such an income, a house, my friends tell me, of considerable attractions, situated in that Garden of all England, The Isle of Wight. and truly enough it is, if The two terms be not synonymous, both a comfortable and pleasant home; for while I have endeavoured to make its internal accommodation what I imagine a dwelling-house in These enlightened days should be, its external advantages have not been unconsidered. From my windows, looking towards The north, I can command one of The most beautiful and extensive views along The whole length of The English coast; while straight before me, and as far as The eye can reach to right and left, stretches SpiThead, glittering, as I write, a bright sapphire blue, in The warm sunshine of this September morning. Across its placid surface may be seen The forts and mast forest of Portsmouth, with Gosport on The near, and Southsea dim and distant on The far side; to all of which The hills of Portsdown form an effective background.
First and foremost it should be stated how I, Luke Sanctuary, came to be connected with this most extraordinary and, to say The least of it, mysterious business. For my own part, I do not doubt but that when you have read a few pages you will have come to The conclusion that, personally, I had no share in its actual making, for I am a man of peaceful disposition, as much unaccustomed as I am unfitted to bear a hand in such adventurous concerns; and what is perhaps more to The point, one who has never been out of England in The whole course of his existence. This preliminary having been set forth, and your mind disabused of any false impression, I am brought to The plain matter at issue, namely, The reason of, The facts which led to, and The people who induced my taking up The writing of this Book. and as this again—for it seems I am not permitted to escape it—necessitates The narration of more concerning myself, let me, if I can be nothing else, be brief. To begin with, my name is Luke Sanctuary; I am a bachelor; a man of regular and studious habits; The possessor of what is vaguely termed a comfortable income; and, as The result of such an income, a house, my friends tell me, of considerable attractions, situated in that Garden of all England, The Isle of Wight. and truly enough it is, if The two terms be not synonymous, both a comfortable and pleasant home; for while I have endeavoured to make its internal accommodation what I imagine a dwelling-house in These enlightened days should be, its external advantages have not been unconsidered. From my windows, looking towards The north, I can command one of The most beautiful and extensive views along The whole length of The English coast; while straight before me, and as far as The eye can reach to right and left, stretches SpiThead, glittering, as I write, a bright sapphire blue, in The warm sunshine of this September morning. Across its placid surface may be seen The forts and mast forest of Portsmouth, with Gosport on The near, and Southsea dim and distant on The far side; to all of which The hills of Portsdown form an effective background.
