Ouida

He had received both the MC and the DSO, and was as good an officer as the guards could boast.

This sounds conventional, and in the good old Ouida tradition, but his heroism lay rather in the fact that he had positively loathed the war.

He hated the dirt, the blood, the confusion, the losing of friends, what he called the general hell.

No one was more amusing and amiable during his stay out there, and to be Ouida-esque again for a moment, he was adored by his men.

Nevertheless, it was perhaps the happiest moment of his life when he knew he was to lose his arm.

No more going back to jolly old France for me, old bean, he wrote to a friend.

With the arrogance and self-sufficiency of the king who could do no wrong, governments ordain, judge, condemn, and punish the most insignificant offenses while maintaining themselves by the greatest of all offenses, the annihilation of individual liberty.

Thus, Ouida is right when she maintains that the state only aims at instilling those qualities in its public by which its demands are obeyed and its exchequer is filled.

Its highest attainment is the reduction of mankind to clockwork.

In its atmosphere, all those finer and more delicate liberties which require treatment and spacious expansion inevitably dry up and perish.

Yes, and it may surprise you to know that she wasn't French, but English.

But why did she use the pen name of Ouida? Because as a child, that was the way she pronounced Louise.

She was a strange personality.

Took particular delight in insulting everyone.

With the arrogance and self-sufficiency of the king who could do no wrong, governments ordain, judge, condemn, and punish the most insignificant offenses, while maintaining themselves by the greatest of all offenses, the annihilation of individual liberty.

Thus Ouida is right when she maintains that the state only aims at instilling those qualities in its public by which its demands are obeyed and its exchequer is filled.

Its highest attainment is the reduction of mankind to clockwork.

In its atmosphere all those finer and more delicate liberties which require treatment and spacious expansion inevitably dry up and perish.

again the political woman is coming to the front and though she may not yet vote she takes the part of the busybody in parliamentary elections and already sits on electioneering committees in this connection it should not readily be forgotten that mrs brand earned her husband the somewhat humiliating reputation of having been sung into parliament by his wife at the last election for wisbeck and thus gave the coming profession of women politicians another push forward the dull agricultural labourers of that constituency gave votes for vocal exercises on improvised platforms in village schoolrooms nor thought of aught but pleasing the lady who could sing them either into tears with the cheap sentimentality of old robin gray melt them with the poignant pathos of way down the swanee river or excite their laughter over the equally ready humour of the latest soi-disant comic song from the london halls think upon the most musical most melancholy prospect thus opened out before our prophetic gaze What matter whether you be Whig or Tory, liberal or conservative, rotten Tim Healyite or a member of Mr. Justin McCarthy's Tea Party, so long as your wife can win the rustic's applause by her singing of such provocations to tears or laughter as The Banks of Allan Water, or Tarara Boomdie, or whatever may be the current successor of that vulgar chant, but the so-called new purity movement and novel evangels of that description most do occupy the attention of the modern woman who is in want of an occupation we smile when we read of the proceedings of mrs josephine butler and her following of barren women who are the protagonists of the new purity for woman has ever been the immoral sex from the time of potiphar's wife to these days when the divorce courts are at once the hardest worked in the royal courts of justice and the scenes of the most frantic struggles on the part of indelicate women who armed with opera-glasses and seated in the most favourable positions on bench or among council gloat over what should be the most repellent details in this constant public washing of dirty private linen and survey the co-respondents with delighted satisfaction the intensity of the joy shown by those who are fortunate enough to obtain a seat in court on a more than usually loathsome occasion is only equalled at the other extreme by the poignancy of regret exhibited by those unhappy ladies who have been unsuccessful in their scheming to secure places And again, the reclamation of corrupt women, if not impossible, is rarely successful, for woman is at heart a rake.

And, as Ouida says, who has, one might surmise, unique opportunities of knowing, she is generally corrupt because she likes it.

Thus, throughout the whole range of history, pagan or Christian, courtesans have never been to seek.

they have these filles de joie always succeeded in attracting to themselves wealth and genius luxury and intellect and through their paramount influence society at the present day is corrupt to extremity The evangelists of the new purity, who hold that the innate viciousness of man is the cause of woman's subjection and inferiority, can have no reading nor any knowledge of the world's history while they continue to proclaim their views, or else they know themselves, even as they preach, for hypocrites.

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At last exasperated, tired of the mocking park, the mocking happy books, she went one day to the lower shelf and saying very calmly, I think I'll take a Ouida, drew out under two flags with a trembling hand.

the brown-eyed man seemed to take an interminable time noting the number of the book and when at last she got into the air her limbs were heavy with sadness that night she read until three o'clock and finished the volume the next night at the same hour sitting upright when the last word was read refreshed from that moment the red-bound volumes became the centre of her life she read moths and in maremma slowly word by word with an increasing steadiness and certainty The mere sitting with the text held before her eyes gave her the feeling of being strongly confronted.

The strange currents which came whenever she was alone and at ease, flowing to the tips of her fingers, seemed to flow into the book as she held it, and to be met and satisfied.

Assuredly there are few sights in Antwerp so impressive to the stranger as this substitution of dog for horse.

It has been celebrated in prose and verse, with Ouida possibly carrying off the palm with her canine Vientime, a dog of Flanders.

As the loiterer continues his afternoon stroll to the large and central Place de Commune, crosses into the chain of transverse boulevards, and returns riverward to that choicest spot of all, the tree-shaded, memory-haunted Place Verte, he is bound to reflect upon the vast changes that Antwerp, above all other continental cities, has experienced in the last quarter century.

He will marvel, too, that Robert Bell should have lamented in his charming Wayside Pictures the paucity of gay life here and particularly the lack of theatrical entertainment.

And what shall I say of Sydney Carton, of his last walk, of his last ride, holding the poor girl by the hand? Is there a more wonderful character in all the realm of fiction? Sydney Carton, the perfect lover, going to his death for the love of one who loves another.

To me the three greatest novels are The Tale of Two Cities by Dickens, Les Miserables by Hugo, and Ariadne by Ouida.

Les Miserables is full of faults and perfections.

The tragic is sometimes pushed to the grotesque, but from the depths it brings the pearls of truth.

In Ariadne you find the aroma of all art.

It is a classic dream, and there too you find that hot blood of full and ample life.

Ouida is the greatest living writer of fiction.

Some of her books I do not like.