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He had done many things in the world—he had done almost all but one: he had never, never forgotten. He had tried to put into his existence whatever else might take up room in it, but had failed to make it more than a house of which the mistress was eternally absent. | feedboo is The Altar of the Dead James Henry Published 1916 Categorie s Fiction Short Stories Source http www.gutenberg.org 1 About James Henry James son of theologian Henry James Sr. and brother of the philosopher and psychologist William James and diarist Alice James was an American-born author and literary critic of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He spent much of his life in Europe and became a British subject shortly before his death. He is primarily known for novels novellas and short stories based on themes of consciousness and morality. James significantly contributed to the criticism of fiction particularly in his insistence that writers be allowed the greatest freedom possible in presenting their view of the world. His imaginative use of point of view interior monologue and possibly unreliable narrators in his own novels and tales brought a new depth and interest to narrative fiction. An extraordinarily productive writer he published substantive books of travel writing biography autobiography and visual arts criticism. Source Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for James The Portrait of a Lady 1881 The Turn of the Screw 1898 The Beast in the Jungle 1903 Daisy Miller 1879 Hawthorne 1879 The Golden Bowl 1904 The Bostonians 1886 Wings of the Dove 1902 The Ambassadors 1903 The American Scene 1907 Copyright This work is available for countries where copyright is Life 70 and in the USA. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http www.feedbooks.com Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Chapter 1 He had a mortal dislike poor Stransom to lean anniversaries and loved them still less when they made a pretence of a figure. Celebrations and suppressions were equally painful to him and but one of the former found a place in his life. He had kept each year in his own fashion the date of Mary Antrim s death. It would be more to the point perhaps to say that this occasion kept HIM it kept him at least effectually from
