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Not only hadthis black-hearted knocker on floors a pleasant voice, but, inaddition, a pleasing exterior. He was slightly dishevelled at themoment, and his hair stood up in a disordered mop; but in spite ofthese drawbacks, he was quite passably good-looking. Annette admittedthis. Though wrathful, she was fair.

I didn't objectat first, but after about the eightieth child of sunny Italy had shownup it began to get on my nerves. I live in the room below, and I heard you knocking. Really I do. Good afternoon. Don't go. He was surveying her with a friendly smile. She noticedmost reluctantly that he had a nice smile. His composure began toenrage her more and more. Long ere this he should have been writhing ather feet in the dust, crushed and abject. It wasjust the same bit over and over again.

In spite of herself she was beginning to thaw. There wassomething singularly attractive about this shock-headed youth. For my waltz. I am composing a waltz. For the first time sincethey had met Annette found herself positively liking this blackguardlyfloor-smiter. You paint. I wantscope. Canvas seems to cramp me. He appeared rather amused thanotherwise. Is this not mererecklessness? Very well, then.

It was a study of a dark-eyed child holding a large blackcat. Statisticians estimate that there is no moment during the day whenone or more young artists somewhere on the face of the globe are notpainting pictures of children holding cats. Gives you the main idea of the thing right away. That,' he explained, pointing obligingly with the stem of his pipe, 'isthe cat. Probably there was not one of the million or sochild-and-cat eyesores at present in existence which she would not haveliked. Besides, he had been very nice about her music. The young man's face displayed almost more surprise than joy.

Within the space of an hour and aquarter Annette had learned that the young man's name was Alan Beverley for which Family Heraldic affliction she pitied rather than despisedhim , that he did not depend entirely on his work for a living, havinga little money of his own, and that he considered this a fortunatething. From the very beginning of their talk he pleased her.

She foundhim an absolutely new and original variety of the unsuccessful painter. Unlike Reginald Sellers, who had a studio in the same building, andsometimes dropped in to drink her coffee and pour out his troubles, hedid not attribute his non-success to any malice or stupidity on thepart of the public. She was so used to hearing Sellers lash thePhilistine and hold forth on unappreciated merit that she could hardlybelieve the miracle when, in answer to a sympathetic bromide on thepopular lack of taste in Art, Beverley replied that, as fa r as he wasconcerned, the public showed strong good sense.

If he had been strivingwith every nerve to win her esteem, he could not have done it moresurely than with that one remark. Though she invariably listened with asweet patience which encouraged them to continue long after the pointat which she had begun in spirit to throw things at them, Annette hadno sympathy with men who whined. She herself was a fighter. She hatedas much as anyone the sickening blows which Fate hands out to thestruggling and ambitious; but she never made them the basis of amonologue act.

Often, after a dreary trip round the offices of themusic-publishers, she would howl bitterly in secret, and even gnaw herpillow in the watches of the night; but in public her pride kept herunvaryingly bright and cheerful. Today, for the first time, she revealed something of her woes.

Therewas that about the mop-headed young man which invited confidences. Shetold him of the stony-heartedness of music-publishers, of thedifficulty of getting songs printed unless you paid for them, of theirwretched sales. But they are the only ones. You see, a song doesn't sell unless somebody well knownsings it. And people promise to sing them, and then don't keep theirword.

You can't depend on what they say.


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But can't you do anything? It's no good bottling itup. Come up and tell me about it, and you'll feel ever so much better. Or let me come down.

The Man Upstairs and Other Stories by P. G. Wodehouse

Any time things aren't going right just knock onthe ceiling. There's nobody sosensitive as a reformed floor-knocker. You will come up or let me comedown, won't you? Whenever I have that sad, depressed feeling, I go outand kill a policeman. But you wouldn't care for that.

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So the only thingfor you to do is to knock on the ceiling. Then I'll come charging downand see if there's anything I can do to help. I always think it must have been so nicefor the people in the old novels, when they used to say: "Sit down andI will tell you the story of my life. Right up there where the knocking came from. Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair.

They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardlyworth supporting. Some of them were learning the piano. Others thoughtthey sang. All had solid ivory skulls. There was about a teaspoonful ofgrey matter distributed among the entire squad, and the pupil Annettehad been teaching that afternoon had come in at the tail-end of thedivision.

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  • In the studio with Beverley she found Reginald Sellers, standing in acritical attitude before the easel. She was not very fond of him. Hewas a long, offensive, patronizing person, with a moustache that lookedlike a smear of charcoal, and a habit of addressing her as 'Ah, littleone! If you have, you're justin time to join in the massacre of the innocents.

    Sellers has beensmiting my child and cat hip and thigh. Look at his eye. Did yousee it flash then? He's on the warpath again. I am sorryif my criticism has to be a little harsh. Neither the child nor the catlives. She felt her temper, alwaysquick, getting the better of her. She knew just how incompetentSellers was, and it irritated her beyond endurance to see Beverley'sgood-humoured acceptance of his patronage. You're solid on that point, and that's something,seeing I'm only a beginner.

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    Don't think that your worklacks promise. Far from it. I am sure that in time you will do verywell indeed. Quite well. You know his work, of course?

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    He put this down to the modesty of genius. He is very good atstill life. Beverley could almost hear the voice of thereferee uttering the count. There isanother. You sold a landscape for five pounds onlyeight months ago, didn't you? And another three months before that. Sellers bowed stiffly and stalked from the room. Wodehouse, first published in the United Kingdom on 23 January It is a miscellaneous collection, not featuring any of Wodehouse's regular characters; most of the stories concern love and romance. We use this information to create a better experience for all users. Please review the types of cookies we use below.

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    In a career spanning over sixty years, he wrote more than ninety books. During the s, Wodehouse collaborated with Broadway legends like Cole Porter and George Gershwin on musicals, and in the s, he expanded his repertoire by writing for motion pictures. He was honored with a knighthood in That most active of Wodehouse's audio interpreters, Frederick Davidson, takes microphone in hand and reads a group of the master's pre-WWI stories. This was an early stage of Wodehouse's long career, and the stories, while timelessly funny, are less lively than his later works, such as the Jeeves and Bertie masterpieces.

    Davidson has his usual troublewith young female characters; he's seemingly unable to render them other than brainless, breathy nitwits. But there's usually only one such character in each story, so he gets away with it. His overall narrative voice is wry, British and almost drawling, and one supposes that this is pretty much how Wodehouse himself would sound. Convert currency. Add to Basket. Compare all 5 new copies. Condition: New.