De Amicitia and The Punctiliousness of Don Sebastian
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DeAmicitia is about an American art student and English poet living in Paris, and what transpires during their summer trip to Holland.
The Punctiliousness of Don Sebastian tells the story behind the alabaster monument of Don Sebastian and his wife.
Art Fiction is a literary genre in which art is no
W. Somerset Maugham
W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965) was an English novelist, playwright, and short story writer. Born in Paris, he was orphaned as a boy and sent to live with an emotionally distant uncle. He struggled to fit in as a student at The King’s School in Canterbury and demanded his uncle send him to Heidelberg University, where he studied philosophy and literature. In Germany, he had his first affair with an older man and embarked on a career as a professional writer. After completing his degree, Maugham moved to London to begin medical school. There, he published Liza of Lambeth (1897), his debut novel. Emboldened by its popular and critical success, he dropped his pursuit of medicine to devote himself entirely to literature. Over his 65-year career, he experimented in form and genre with such works as Lady Frederick (1907), a play, The Magician (1908), an occult novel, and Of Human Bondage (1915). The latter, an autobiographical novel, earned Maugham a reputation as one of the twentieth century’s leading authors, and continues to be recognized as his masterpiece. Although married to Syrie Wellcome, Maugham considered himself both bisexual and homosexual at different points in his life. During and after the First World War, he worked for the British Secret Intelligence Service as a spy in Switzerland and Russia, writing of his experiences in Ashenden: Or the British Agent (1927), a novel that would inspire Ian Fleming’s James Bond series. At one point the highest-paid author in the world, Maugham led a remarkably eventful life without sacrificing his literary talent.
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De Amicitia and The Punctiliousness of Don Sebastian - W. Somerset Maugham
De Amicitia
I
They were walking home from the theatre.
‘Well, Mr White,’ said Valentia, ‘I think it was just fine.’
‘It was magnificent!’ replied Mr White.
And they were separated for a moment by the crowd, streaming up from the Français towards the Opera and the Boulevards.
‘I think, if you don’t mind,’ she said, ‘I’ll take your arm, so that we shouldn’t get lost.’
He gave her his arm, and they walked through the Louvre and over the river on their way to the Latin Quarter.
Valentia was an art student and Ferdinand White was a poet. Ferdinand considered Valentia the only woman who had ever been able to paint, and Valentia told Ferdinand that he was the only man she had met who knew anything about Art without being himself an artist. On her arrival in Paris, a year before, she had immediately inscribed herself, at the offices of the New York Herald, Valentia Stewart, Cincinnati, Ohio, U.S.A. She settled down in a respectable pension, and within a week was painting vigorously. Ferdinand White arrived from Oxford at about the same time, hired a dirty room in a shabby hotel, ate his meals at cheap restaurants in the Boulevard St Michel, read Stephen Mallarmé, and flattered himself that he was leading ‘la vie de Bohême.’
After two months, the Fates brought the pair together, and Ferdinand began to take his meals at Valentia’s pension. They went to the museums together; and in the Sculpture Gallery at the Louvre, Ferdinand would discourse on ancient Greece in general and on Plato in particular, while among the pictures Valentia would lecture on tones and values and chiaroscuro. Ferdinand renounced Ruskin and all his works; Valentia read the Symposium. Frequently in the evening they went to the theatre; sometimes to the Français, but more often to the Odéon; and after the performance they would discuss the play, its art, its technique—above all, its ethics. Ferdinand explained the piece he had in contemplation, and Valentia talked of the picture she meant to paint for next year’s Salon; and the lady told her friends that her companion was the cleverest man she had met in her life, while he told his that she was the only really sympathetic and intelligent girl he had ever known. Thus were united in bonds of amity, Great Britain on the one side and the United States of America and Ireland on the other.
But when Ferdinand spoke of Valentia to the few Frenchmen he knew, they asked him,—
‘But this Miss Stewart—is she pretty?’
‘Certainly—in her American way; a long face, with the hair parted in the middle and hanging over the nape of the neck. Her mouth is quite classic.’
‘And have you never kissed the classic mouth?’
‘I? Never!’
‘Has she a good figure?’
‘Admirable!’
‘And yet—Oh, you English!’ And they smiled and shrugged their shoulders as they said, ‘How English!’
‘But, my good fellow,’ cried Ferdinand, in execrable French, ‘you don’t understand. We are friends, the best of friends.’
They shrugged their shoulders more despairingly than ever.
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II
They stood on the bridge and looked at the water and the dark masses of the houses on the Latin side, with the twin towers of Notre Dame rising dimly behind them. Ferdinand thought of the Thames at night, with the barges gliding slowly down, and the twinkling of the lights along the Embankment.
‘It must be a little like that in Holland,’ she said, ‘but without the lights and with greater stillness.’
‘When do you start?’
She had been making preparations for spending the summer in a little village near Amsterdam, to paint.
‘I can’t go now,’ cried Valentia. ‘Corrie Sayles is going