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Antic HayCivilised Myra Viveash and his burning ambitions begin to lose their urgencyWickedly funny and deliciously barbed Antic Hay epitomises the glittering neuroticism of the twenti There were a lot of interesting passages in this book and plenty of funny wordplay It really gave the sense of the post WW1 period when nothing seemed to have much meaning Gumbril has a real chance at love but allows it to pass choosing to spend time with Mrs Viveash instead His big scheme for inflatable trousers doesn't uite succeed either Myra Viveash is trapped in the past Lypiatt is the victim of his own enthusiastic mediocrity Rosie mistakes temporary amusement for meaningful relationships It is a society in which everyone is living lives of uiet desperation and they are scarcely aware of it

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PDF ✓ BOOK Antic Hay FREE ✓ JOHNSCYCLINGDIARY Ú ❮Reading❯ ➿ Antic Hay Author Aldous Huxley – Johns-cycling-diary.co.uk WITH A FOREWORD BY DAVID LODGEWhen inspiration leads Theodore Gumbril to design a type of pneumatic trouser cushion to ease the discomfort of sedentary life he decides the tWITH A FOREWORD BY DAVID LODGEWhen inspiration leads Theodore Gumbril to design a type of pneumatic trouser cushion to ease the discomfort of sedentary life he decides the time My men like satyrs grazing on the lawnsShall with their goat feet dance the antic hayEdward II by Christopher Marlowe This is Brenda Salkeld dancing the antic hay Orwell had recommended Antic Hay to her in the 1930s but alas she wouldn't dance with him Huxley wanted to dance with Nancy Cunard but she likened his advances to being crawled over by slugs Nancy Cunard slugSo he crawled away and he wrote this zany and very smart satire The characters Myra Viveash and Theodore Gumbril Jr are based on Nancy Cunard and Huxley Gumbril Jr is a teacher but hates it just as Huxley did when he had been a teacher at Eton No this was really impossible Definitely it couldn’t go on it could not go on There were thirteen weeks in the summer term there would be thirteen in the autumn and eleven or twelve in the spring; and then another summer of thirteen and so it would go on for ever For ever It wouldn’t do He would go away and live uncomfortably on his three hundred Or no he would go away and he would make money – that was like it – money on a large scale easily; he would be free and he would live For the first time he would liveHe gets an idea for making money and uits The real remedy it suddenly flashed across his mind would be trousers with pneumatic seats For all occasions; not merely for church goingAnd so Gumbril’s Patent Small Clothes are inventedBut don't be too concerned about the plot Huxley explained his true intentions in a letter I will only point out that it is a book written by a member of what I may call the war generation for others of his kind; and that it is intended to reflect fantastically of course but none the less faithfully the life and opinions of an age which has seen the violent disruption of almost all the standards conventions and values current in the previous epochThere's a sadness here that casts a shadow on the comedy Poor Nancy Cunard She could not forget her one true love who was killed in the war and this also is the reason for Myra Viveash's ennui She remembered suddenly one shining day like this in the summer of 1917 when she had walked along this same street slowly like this on the sunny side with Tony Lamb All that day that night it had been one long goodbye He was going back the next morning Less than a week later he was dead Never again never again there had been a time when she could make herself cry simply by saying those two words once or twice under her breath Never again never again She repeated them softly now But she felt no tears behind her eyes Grief doesn’t kill love doesn’t kill; but time kills everything kills desire kills sorrow kills in the end the mind that feels them; wrinkles and softens the body while it still lives rots it like a medlar kills it too at last Never again never again Instead of crying she laughed laughed aloudAntic Hay is blue in than one sense It had been banned on grounds of obscenity Shocking indeed Rosie ends up reading Le Sopha 'No education can be called complete without a knowledge of that divine book' He darted to the bookshelf and came back with a small volume bound in white vellum 'The hero’s soul' he explained handing her the volume 'passes by the laws of metempsychosis into a sofa He is doomed to remain a sofa until such time as two persons consummate upon his bosom their reciprocal and eual loves The book is the record of the poor sofa’s hopes and disappointments'Rosie's assignations had something to do with it too The Complete Man lifted her up walked across the room carrying the fastidious lady in his arms and deposited her on the rosy catafalue of the bed Lying there with her eyes shut she did her best to pretend she was deadGumbril had looked at his wristwatch and found that it was six o’clock Already He prepared himself to take his departure Wrapped in a pink kimono she came out into the hall to wish him farewell The erotica takes place between the lines but sometimes a good cover can help Huxley wrote this book in 2 months Never underestimate a man who takes LSD on his deathbed

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Has come to give up teaching and seek his fortune in the metropolis He soon finds himself caught up in the hedonistic world of his friends Mercaptan Lypiatt and the thoroughly Huxley's first book a satire of dreadful people in the early 1920s Flashes of brilliance in description don't make up for the plotlessness or several lengthy and excruciating stretches of thinly disguised authorial hobbyhorse racing and it's full of misogyny including a nasty victim blaming rape scene racism and antisemitism Deeply avoidable