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A Mere Accident

Auhtor: George Moore

Language: english

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Review by Bob Tobias, October 2008


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Mere Accident':

George Fletcher Moore (10 December 1798 ? 30 December 1886) was a prominent early settler in colonial Western Australia and one of of the key figures in early Western Australias ruling elite (Cameron 2000). He conducted a number of exploring expeditions was responsible for one of the earliest published records of the language of the Australian Aborigines of the Perth area and was the author of Diary of Ten Years Eventful Life of an Early Settler in Western Australia.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Mere Accident':


... east side been somewhat interfered with by a projection of some thirty or forty feet-a billiard room, in fine, which during John's minority Mrs Norton ...
... but the place, and especially the country, had appeared to him so grossly protestant-so entirely occupied with the material well-to-doness of life-that ...
... no amount of insistance would get me into a pair of John's trousers. I am thirteen stone and a half, and he is not much over ten.. Ah. I had forgotten, ...
... see you here. I am so glad to see you.. These words were spoken frankly and cordially, and there was a note of mundane cheerfulness in the voice ...
... vigeat virtute medelae, Dicitur occultis apprime obstare venenis, Toxicaque invasis incommoda pellere fibris.'. Now, can anything be more ...
... works of Balzac, Gautier's Emaux et Cames, Salammbo, L'Assommoir add to this Carlyle, Byron, Shelley, Keats, &c. At the end of a long silence, ...
... Simplicity. Pride mocks at this miserable army, and would crush it under the feet of her steed. But she falls in a ditch dug by Fraud. Humility ...
... to master their irritation. Then John, for politeness' sake, spoke of when he had last seen Kitty. It was about five years ago. She had ridden her pony ...
... preferable to go for a walk with Kitty than to continue the interview with his mother, John seized his hat and called Kitty, Kitty, Kitty. Presently ...
... what they say.. Ah. yes, but we are answerable for sins committed in the heat of passion: we should restrain our passion we were wrong in the first ...
... up the drive the sky was growing bright with blue, and the beds were catching flower beneath the evergreen oaks. She ran to Mrs Norton, who was attending ...
... pinnacles.. The ornaments at the top. From the centre of the roof carry up a square tower with battlemented parapets and pinnacles at all corners, ...
... so much scorn, that in the tumult of his loathing he could not gain the calm of mind necessary for an examination of conscience. He could not look into ...
... time. I wish my mother would not repeat conversations, it is most unfair.. Mind you, you promised not to repeat what I have told you. If you do, ...
... his halo shone with redoubled light. 'Hallo, I fear You're trespassing here.' Said St Cuthman, 'To me it is perfectly clear, If you talk of the devil, ...
... letting it sink into and fix itself for ever in his mind. Below them lay the great green plain, wonderfully level, and so distinct were its hedges ...
... stood up a great green wave against the waveless sea. What a horrible man . he attacked me, ill-treated me . what for. Her thoughts turned aside. ...
... she covered it over hurriedly. The maid came up with a tray. The trivial jingle of the cups and plates was another suffering added to the ever increasing ...
... her thoughts falling about her like shaken leaves. It was as if a thunderbolt had destroyed the world, and left her alone in a desert. The furniture of ...
... in Paris and later London as a struggling artist. The book is notable as being one of the first English writings which named important emerging French ...