Excerpt from Soliloquy: A Novel<br><br>That Oxford prison. And outside it, sixty miles away, was London and the great world. The men who visited father, like pilgrims - Mark Hawthorne or Robert Digby - made me want to scream. That great, spacious life where you didn't have to think whether your frock would stand another cleaning, where you had culture instead of imbecile chatter about boat-races, where you talked with the men who were doing things instead of writing about them. I don' t know when I saw that Oxford was stifling me; but it must have been George brentwood-george Creal he was then - who opened my eyes to all I was losing. I determined to break away, to lay siege to London, to marry and take possession of the citadel. Nothing, I said, should stand in the way parents, sisters, husband, children. That was the one thing worth having.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.