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The Ugly Duckling

Auhtor: Dorothy Canfield

Language: english

Genres:

classic
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Review by Stephen M. Charme, July 2005


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'The Ugly Duckling':

... THE fire on the nursery hearth gave a little flicker and the sleepy child opened his eyes as the story finished. ...
... you were giving up your own life to us, day by day. It is such a joy now to have you see me trying to be to my little ones what you were to us - to have ...
... I was twenty-five before they let me go away from Boston and the sweet but narrow bonds of our life there. They never could understand my wanting ...
... and cousins who were so kind but so alien. It is true I had my music pupils, - what seemed to me such a flight into freedom, was in reality ...
... The ugly duckling was one of my pupils, a big ungainly boy of seventeen, his parent's despair and bewilderment, and my joy. I remember ...
... Dan play it sounded as though he were a misunderstood genius. His mother said, 'yes, of course he would play. Play the Maiden's Prayer for the lady.' ...
... piece.' Dan had disappeared, and when I started home in the pleasant summer twilight he was nowhere to be found to bid me good-night. His father was ...
... think anybody could play like that. How can you look so like people! It's like being an angel to be able to do that! And you mustn't think I am ...
... I am always proud when I think I had the generosity to welcome him to his own. 'Dan,' I said, 'you are one of the chosen. Never let anything come between ...
... in speaking of his art. It was only after many months of work together that he came to trust me with his half-formed aspirations and ideals, ...
... were under the pine trees that day, it was in early spring, and Dan was lying on his back on the brown needles. The tears came into his eyes as I spoke, ...
... and which recreated the music he played, they all lack. The scene under the pines came back to me with a pang of compunction the next fall ...
... hesitation in my youthful, one-sided view of life. For a moment I blamed myself for fostering rebellion in Dan, and I almost decided to withdraw altogether ...
... saw him in West Ripley last week - the first time since those days. I had not even heard of him, I was so busy those first years with my new and beautiful ...
... to run he seemed to sober down. He worked like a madman for three or four years, and then once he told me he was trying to make enough to stop and ...
... love it. Unreasonable, ain't it? She's a real, practical, sensible woman - his wife is - and anyway there's nothing so settling for a young man as being ...
... pine trees - eyes filled with tears. And then it was all over - like the last flicker of a dying candle. He puffed his big black cigar, played with his ...
... Why, when I think of my own children! her face all alight with a soft fervor of domesticity, would I give them up for all the music in the world. ...
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