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...few thousand, in a region of wheat and corn and dairies and little groves. The town is, in our tale, called ?Gopher Prairie, Minnesota.? But its Main Street is the continuation of Main Streets everywhere. The story would be the same in Ohio or Montana, in Kansas or Kentucky or Illinois, and not very differently would it be told Up York State or in the Carolina hills....

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...y Sinclair Lewis A PENN STATE ELECTRONIC CLASSICS SERIES PUBLICATION Main Street by Sinclair Lewis is a publication of the Pennsylvania State Univers... ...e document or for the file as an electronic transmission, in any way. Main Street by Sinclair Lewis, the Pennsylvania State University, Electronic Cla... ...ting, town pag- eants, girls’ clubs. It had pictures of greens and garden- walls in France, New England, Pennsylvania. She had picked it up carelessly... ...slopes, deep glens, woods flamboyant now with September, to Mendota, white walls and a spire among trees beneath a hill, old-world in its placid ease.... ...wolf. I trade horses, and saw wood, and work in lumber- camps —I’m a first-rate swamper. Always wished I could go to college. Though I s’pose I’d find... ...et the hominy—” She was flying into the hall. Kennicott looked up from the Journal of the American Medical Society. “Hello! What time did you get back... ...se of looking on the dark side of things all the time? New ideas are first-rate, but not all this criticism. Enough trouble in life without looking fo... ...aper essays in praise of labor which are daily written by the white-browed journalistic prophets. She felt independent and (though she hid it) a bit s... ...n Main Street!” Aunt Bessie crept in next day, tried to pump her, tried to prime the pump by again hinting that Kennicott might have his own affairs. ...

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... good faith or in bad, what she should have known. Somehow, too, at such a rate, one would see the persons subject to them drawn in as by some pool of... ...ter, liabilities, to her living associates, as they could be to herself as prime subject. If her story was to consist, as it could so little help doin... ...ions and with what almost infinite variety, must he be a dupe, that of his prime object, to be at all measur- ably a master, that of his actual substi... ...the slippery and of the sticky. She had looked at the sallow prints on the walls and at the lonely maga- zine, a year old, that combined, with a small... ...l balcony to which the pair of long windows gave access. The vulgar little street, in this view, offered scant relief from the vulgar little room; its... ... the room exactly as one felt the room—the hundred like it or worse—in the street. Each time she turned in again, each time, in her impatience, she ga... ... as a particular perfor- mance. She had observed a ladder against a garden-wall and had trusted herself so to climb it as to be able to see over into ... ...m his example. “How you ought indeed, when you understand so well, to be a journalist’s wife!” Densher exclaimed in admira- tion even while she struck... ...he had in fact not been brought in at all, but only referred to as a young journalist known to Mrs. Lowder and who had lately gone to their wonderful ...

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...Excerpt: In a certain quiet and sequestered nook of the retired village of London -- perhaps in the neighborhood of Berkeley Square, or at any rate somewhere near Burlington Gardens--there was once a house of entertainment called the ?Bootjack Hotel.? Mr. Crump, the landlord, had, in the outset of life, performed the duties of Boots in some inn even more frequented ...

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...age of London – perhaps in the neighbourhood of Berkeley Square, or at any rate somewhere near Burlington Gardens—there was once a house of entertainm... ...Theatre.” The Sunday Times was her paper, for she voted the Dispatch, that journal which is taken in by most ladies of her profession, to be vulgar an... ... and Radical, and loved the theatrical gossip in which the other mentioned journal abounds. The fact is, that the “Royal Bootjack,” though a humble, w... ...st be known, had appeared many and many a time at the theatre in Catherine Street, in minor parts first, and then in Little Pickle, in Desdemona, in R... ...e end of every week. There was Mr. Balls, the great grocer of South Audley Street, a warm man, who, they say, had his twenty thousand pounds; 6 Men’s... ...names of the other inhabitants of the chambers are not only painted on the walls, but also registered in Mr. Boyle’s “Court Guide,” it is quite unnece... ...immed with sham lace, and with a wreath of nasturtiums, convolvuluses, and wall- flowers within), and then said, “Give me the peignoir, Mr. Archibald,... ...ntially discoursing with him. “Such a dinner, Tiny my boy,” said he; “such prime fellows to eat it, too! Billingsgate, V auxhall, Cinqbars, Buff of th... ...escriptions has passed away.* 1st round. Both the combatants fresh, and in prime order. The weight and inches somewhat on the gown-boy’s side. Berry g...

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... in Frankfort. I had brought from home a box containing a thousand very cheap cigars. By way of experiment, I stepped into a little shop in a queer ol... ...or the uniforms of the soldiers, they were new- ness and brightness carried to perfection. One could never detect a smirch or a grain of dust upon the... ...te Cap Corps, and he had mentioned that he was to fight next—and had also pointed out his challenger, a young gentleman who was leaning against the op... ...lege. So he fought twenty-nine after his badge had given him the right to retire *FROM MY DIARY.—Dined in a hotel a few miles up the Neckar, in a room... ...etails, and drop this one from your list. The bloody-minded Fourtou will be sure to attend to it. Or I myself—yes, to make certain, I will drop a note... ...enough for two in it anyway—and, besides, it wasn’t every day that Providence sent a man a fool who was willing to pay nine hundred dollars for such a... ...consequently trade was soon as brisk as ever. Leaving the Expedition outside to rest, I quartered myself in the chalet, with Harris, proposing to corr... ...ving that this discovery proved that Sibe- ria had formerly been located where Switzerland is now, whereas I held the opinion that it merely proved th... ...e human character sometimes—improved it. A gentleman remarked, one day, that it might have been Mark Twain 310 fine to live in the castle in the day ...

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...any in whose service you command (and whose fleet alone makes them a third-rate maritime power in Europe) should appoint a few admirals in their navy,... ...sh could make them; with simple French prints (with Spanish titles) on the walls; a few rickety half-finished articles of furniture; and, finally, an ... ...ch of the forbidden mosaic, we had sweated up several most steep and dusty streets—hot and dusty, although it was but nine o’clock in the morning. The... ...the most part, in which white-jacketed clerks sat smoking easy cigars. The streets were plastered with placards of a bull-fight, to take place the nex... ...ts of these swarm- ing poor have crawled up close to its gates,—the superb walls of hewn stone stop all of a sudden with a lath-and-plaster hitch; and... ...ut the ceremony is now, I believe, discontinued; the English envoy, at any rate, is not allowed to receive any backsheesh, and goes away as he came, i... ...r perfectly convalescent. This, and the Opera, and the quarrels of the two prime donne, and the beauty of one of them, formed the chief subjects of co... ...I forget what sea-sickness is now:though it occupies a woful portion of my Journal. There was a time on board when the bitter ale was decidedly muddy;...

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...ving press of men and women in evening dress filled the vestibule from one wall to an- other. A confused murmur of talk and the shuffling of many feet... ...d about the awning on the sidewalk, and even upon the opposite side of the street, peeping and peering from behind the broad shoulders of policemen—a ... ...its’ end, he entertained for an instant the notion of dashing out into the street in a search for a messenger boy, who would take a note to Cressler a... ...o some of the doors and windows. The material used was solid, massive, the walls thick, the foundation heavy. It did not occupy the entire lot, the or... ...ppalling fury of the Maelstrom, into the chaotic spasm of a world-force, a primeval energy, blood-brother of the earthquake and the glacier, raging an... ...foolscap over her fore- arm to guard against ink spots, was writing in her journal. This was an interminable affair, voluminous, complex, that the you... ... like that, and it was just as though something in me had spoken. I got my journal and wrote down, ‘Yet in a few days, and thee, the all- beholding su... ...f ours has come to an end. That’s said and signed.” “Why, it’s just in its prime,” protested the broker. “Great heavens, you mustn’t get out of the ga... ...ent, but just as soon as a chance comes I’ll get out of the market. At any rate, I won’t have any business of mine come between us. I don’t like it an...

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...n, a gossip presenting an image of perpetual chatter, like the waxen-faced street advertizements of light and easy dentistry. He has no belief, no dis... ...cription of their minds, of which they become aware in agitation. Were the walls about them beaten down, they would understand that solitariness is a ... ...e for timber.’ As to the sensations of women after the beating down of the walls, she owns that the multitude of the timorous would yearn in shivering... ...resence for a cur masquerading as a cat. ‘ And that is not the scoundrel’s prime offence. For what d’ 34 Diana of the Crossways ye think? He trumps u... ...n millinery and a station for one of the stars of society, it means at any rate security; and then, the heart of the man being strong and sound … ‘Yes... ...father and my Emmy, my dear- est friend. I love him. I could say it in the streets without shame; and you do not imagine me shameless. Whatever his ch... ...a former military comrade, who had marked a paragraph. It was one of those journals, now barely cred- ible, dedicated to the putrid of the upper circl... ...d home-fed filled them with stuff to make good meat and fat ‘what we calls prime bacon.’ As it is not right to damp a native enthusiasm, Redworth let ... ...r wari- ness. ‘Is there to be the revelation of a hairshirt ultimately?— a Journal of Confessions? You succeeded in everything you aimed at, and broke...

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...oking out. The view was wonderful. The Bessemers lived upon the Washington Street hill, almost at its very summit, in a flat in the third story of the... ...nd had rented a half-pew in the church of their denomination on California Street, not far from Chinatown. By noon the family reassembled. at din- ner... ...mproved in qual- ity, and one or two had even been copied in the East- ern journals. He earned $100 a month. When Snooky had let him in, Rivers dashed... ...ke, what a blunder! What a fool I am!” He dropped into a chair against the wall and mopped his forehead with a blue-bordered handkerchief. “Well, what... ...et. A gold-and- white effect had been striven for throughout the room. The walls had been tinted instead of papered, and bunches of hand-painted pink ... ...o the wharf. For Condy had joined a certain San Francisco club of artists, journalists, musicians, and professional men that is one of the institution... ...least not until you have tried it East—with the Centennial Company, at any rate.” “W ell, I guess not!” snorted Condy. “Why, this is go- ing to be one... ...as soon as it’s finished, and have it published.” “W ell, it ought to make prime readin’, Miss; an’ that’s a good fetchin’ title, ‘In Defiance of Auth... ...n she sank she had aboard of her a cargo of five hundred cases of whiskey, prime stuff, seven thousand quart bottles, sealed up tight as drums. Now Ou...

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...st here be revealed, and treated of, might endanger the circulation of any Journal extant? If, indeed, all party-divisions in the State could have bee... ...ished, Whig, Tory, and Radical, embracing in discrepant union; and all the Journals of the Nation could have been jumbled into one Journal, and the Ph... ...ase he might see the whole life-circulation of that considerable City; the streets and lanes of which, with all their doing and driving (Thun und Trei... ...gain with produce manufactured. That living flood, pour- ing through these streets, of all qualities and ages, knowest thou whence it is coming, whith... ...s portion of the Work, with its profound glances into the Adam- Kadmon, or Primeval Element, here strangely brought into relation with the Nifl and Mu... ... as the Hoard of King Nibelung, which twelve wagons in twelve days, at the rate of three journeys a day, could not carry off. Sheepskin cloaks and wam... ...o know, to believe; nay does not the spirit of Love, free in its celestial primeval brightness, even here, though but for moments, look through? Well ... ...umb boiled in milk), and eat it out-of-doors. On the coping of the Orchard-wall, which I could reach by climb- ing, or still more easily if Father And... ...htful, almost poetical. Thus, to say nothing of his Suppers on the Orchard-wall, and other phenomena of that earlier period, have many readers of thes...

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...ost, but that nobody knows it’s a ghost?” “Well—not till afterward, at any rate.” “Till afterward?” “Not till long, long afterward.” “But if it’s once... ...She had her vision of painting and gardening (against a background of gray walls), he dreamed of the production of his long-planned book on the “Econo... ...ayers and layers of velvet shadow dropping from the low ceiling, the dusky walls of books, the smoke-blurred sculpture of the hooded hearth. “Why, of ... ...r appearance of Peters made him anxious? Why, above all, if it was of such prime necessity to confer with that authority on the subject of the stable-... ..., it’s the man! I know him! He spoke to me in the garden!” Parvis took the journal from her, directing his glasses to the portrait. “It can’t be, Mrs.... ... on the walls of churches, the party-cries of armed factions in the narrow streets, the organ-roll of Dante’s verse, the crackle of the fagots around ... ...December 1903 This is the story that, in the dining-room of the old Beacon Street house (now the Aldebaran Club), Judge Anthony Bracknell, of the famo... ... to-day a number of maturer-looking volumes were adroitly mingled with the primeurs of the press—Karl Marx jostled Professor Bergson, and the “Confess... ... me is im- mensely flattering to my oratorical talent—but I fear you over- rate its effect. I can assure you that Miss V an Sideren doesn’t have to ha...

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...cent. It was a real research, it was documented. In the rooms in Westhaven Street that at last were as much as one could call his home, he had accumul... ...he noble life. There after his tragic death came his old friend White, the journalist and novelist, under a promise, and found these papers; he found ... ...gth, his father was to join him and take him mountain- eering, that second-rate mountaineering which is so dear to dons and schoolmasters. When the ti... ...perhaps half a mile it hangs like an eyebrow over nearly or quite vertical walls of pine-set rock. Beside it, on the outer side of it, runs a path, wh... ...d it an agony of terror, but indeed there was no fear in it at all. At any rate, I do not remember a moment of fear; it has gone clean out of my memor... ...t—and then far away and bringing back memories of terraced houses and ripe walled gardens, was the scream of peacocks. And some invisible bird was mak... ...ansom cab and later in a smart brougham, by Trafalgar Square, Lower Regent Street, Piccadilly, and streets of in- creasing wealth and sublimity to Sir... ...e saviour of ancient insti- tutions, the youngest, brightest, modernest of prime minis- ters—or a tremendously popular poet. As a rule she saw him unm... ...ute truth about things.” “I don’t know that I’m particularly built to be a journal- ist,” Benham objected. “You’re not,” said Billy… . “You might go i...

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...ire the first floor of the next house, and open a door into it through the wall. I turn the staircase so as to pass from house to house on one floor; ... ...s in Cesar’s life. The nightly conversations when the shop was closed, the street quiet, the accounts regulated, made a fanatic of the Tourangian, who... ... milliners, confectioners, and linen-drapers, than there are stones in the streets of Paris. The head-clerk of “The Queen of Roses,” living between Sa... ...dom, such as melons in their 26 Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau earliest prime, choice dinners at V enua’s followed by the the- atre, Sunday jaunts ... ... Fall of Cesar Birotteau 13th V endemiaire. Cesar thus obtained at a cheap rate a var- nish of persecution, which made him interesting in the eyes of ... ...evel. Then, supposing Monsieur Molineux does allow me to cut a door in the wall, 63 Balzac is it a party-wall? Moreover, I have to turn my staircase,... ...corner and read the parliamentary debates in the “Constitutionnel” or the “Journal du Commerce.” “Uncle,” said Cesar, “the matter is settled; they are... ...Well, what of it?” answered his uncle, who had a special antipathy to the “Journal des Debats.” “That article may help to sell the Paste of Sultans an... ...ing with him more than half an hour. In the course of the after- noon this prime minister of the house of Nucingen wrote Birotteau that the baron woul...

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...he Tremolino, might under given circumstances have been a Nostromo. At any rate Dominic would have under- stood the younger man perfectly—if scornfull... ...ng about his many affairs followed by respectful glances in the modernized streets of Sulaco, calling on the widow of the cargador, attending the Lodg... ... an enormous semi-circular and unroofed temple open to the ocean, with its walls of lofty mountains hung with the mourning draperies of cloud. On one ... ...e sweep of the gulf. The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall of the Cordillera, a clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their stee... ...fter her, ‘Look at the Rubia! Look at the Rubiacita!’ They call out in the streets. She is timid.” “And you? You are not timid—eh?” the father pro- no... ...he possession of a silver mine is not, at the age of fourteen, a matter of prime importance as to its main statement; but in its form it is calculated... ...niverse. We shall be giving the word for everything: industry, trade, law, journal- ism, art, politics, and religion, from Cape Horn clear over to Smi... ...ividually, all the innumerable Joses, Manuels, Ignacios, from the villages primero— segundo—or tercero (there were three mining vil- lages) under his ... ...As a matter of fact, he was an idle boulevardier, in touch with some smart journalists, made free of a few newspaper offices, and welcomed in the plea...

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...elihood be most satisfactory. The moment I heard this, and had it corrobo- rated by the matron—excellent references and unimpeach- able character—I go... ...use was a large one, on the shady side of a tall, dark, dreadfully genteel street in the re- gion between Portland Place and Bryanstone Square.’ It wa... ...ustled, their leaves were so smoked-dried. The summer sun was never on the street, but in the morning about breakfast-time, when it came with the wate... ...ts. Bell-handles, window-blinds, and looking- glasses, being papered up in journals, daily and weekly, ob- truded fragmentary accounts of deaths and d... ...es it all before ‘em here, I find, but though there’ s a excel- lent party-wall between this house and the next, I mayn’t ex- actly like to go to it, ... ...lphabetical references to their various mysteries, hung in frames upon the walls; the T artar Frigate under weigh, was on the plates; outlandish shell... ...his having, as 163 Charles Dickens before hinted, left off blowing in his prime, T oots now had licence to pursue his own course of study: which was ... ...s relation. There were railway patterns in its drapers’ shops, and railway journals in the windows of its newsmen. There were railway hotels, of- fice... ...to improve the occasion, ‘when you are as old as I am—‘ ‘Which will be the prime of life,’ observed Miss T ox. ‘Y ou will then,’ pursued Mrs Chick, ge...

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...d her; “I foresaw coming events. But if I lose my post for it, YOU, at any rate, shall not be lost.” “What do you mean?” exclaimed Mme. de Bargeton. “... ...rs, elderly capi- talists, and austere public functionaries, until, in the street on the other side of the railings, Lucien noticed a grocer’s boy wal... ... he knew that he looked like a man who has no idea of the direction of the streets, who stands close to the Palais Royal and cannot find it, and asks ... ... saw a fine carp to-day; I expect to buy it this day week.” Instead of the prime vegetables more fittingly described by the word primeval, artfully di... ...ake some effort to gain a friend so likely to be useful to a beginner. The journalist stayed away for a fortnight. Lucien did not know that Etienne on... ...the project of a friend- ship called for mature deliberation. This obscure journalist appeared to lead an expensive life in which petits verres, cups ... ... were busy packing books at a great rate. Goods were being despatched. The walls were plastered with bills: Just Out. Le Solitaire, by M. le Vicomte d... ...dea of the celebrated Ladvocat, was just beginning to blossom out upon the walls. In no long space Paris was to wear motley, thanks to the exertions o... ...en’s mind. “That is Nathan,” Lousteau said in his ear. Nathan, then in the prime of his youth, came up to the group of journalists, hat in hand; and i...

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...iligence and attention soon gave him the knack of it, and he strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He ... ...ile the bandage was being unwound. In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewash ing with vig... ...im be seeching one little forgiving word, but he would turn his face to the wall, and die with that word unsaid. Ah, how The Adventures of Tom Sawyer... ...ously produced by the young men by sitting with their toes pressed against a wall for hours together. Mr. Walters was very earnest of mien, and very s... ...thing to wear, was all gospel to her, and she never observed that her health journals of the current month customarily upset ev erything they had rec... ...ted, he got them interested in a new device. This was to knock off being pi rates, for a while, and be Indians for a change. They were attracted by t... ...ses, and a spelling fight. The mea gre Latin class recited with honor. The prime feature of the evening was in order, now — original “compositions”... ...ou won’t ever get here. Stand a litter furder west — so — that’s it; it’s a prime comfort to see faces that’s friendly when a body’s in such a muck o... ...t be three feet deep, it might be a hundred — there was no passing it at any rate. Tom got down on his breast and reached as far down as he could. No ...

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...s be shed intra et extra muros before it is over. Will any one without the walls of Paris understand it? It is open to doubt. The only audience who co... ...p. This position is sufficient to account for the silence prevalent in the streets shut in between the dome of the Pantheon and the dome of the Val-de... ... is neither mud nor water in the gutters, grass grows in the chinks of the walls. The most heedless passer-by feels the depressing influences of a pla... ...o wider than the front of the house; it is shut in between the wall of the street and the partition wall of the neighboring house. A mantle of ivy con... ...hey were at liberty to make, if not exactly elegant or comfortable, at any rate clean and healthy? If she had com- mitted some flagrant act of injusti... ... 46 Father Goriot tory of our call. Well, he has seen his daughter at any rate. How he can refuse to acknowledge her I cannot think, for they are as ... ...any one might have pushed him aside; to-morrow, he will take the wall of a prime minister. A miracle has been wrought in him. Nothing is beyond the re... ...into provincial districts twenty-four hours sooner than the ordinary local journals. “There is a wonderful history in it,” said the house student of t...

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...nd standing firmly enough, though not at ease. Surround- ing it was a high wall, built partly of flint and partly of brick, and ringed all over with g... ... of pale grass, and gilliflowers, and travelling stone-crop, hung from the wall, and driblets of ivy ran broad- ening to the outer ground. The royal A... ...otherly love, as well as money, was ready made, and not always in the next street. A hint occurred that it would be a gratification to him to be invit... ... old crabbed miser? “Tell her,” he said, “there’s fruit at stalls at every street-corner all the year through—oysters and whelks, if she likes—winkles... ... a Londoner, would be accepted by any Life Insurance office, at a moderate rate, considering his age. The farmer thought of his own health, and it was... ... down our fateful dates). Probably, Anthony would not have to pay a higher rate of interest than he. “ Are you insured, brother T ony?” the question e... ...ivilization’s drudge. No wonder, then, that his dream was of prairies, and primeval forests, and Australian wilds. He believed in his heart that he wo... ... now-a-days? Why, he farms with brains. You’ll find that in my last week’s Journal, brother William John, and thinks I, as I conned it—the farmer ough... ...t chivalrously advance upon the risks of right and wrong, and rank himself prime champion of a woman belied, absent, and so helpless. Be- sides, there...

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...ems to me none the less beau- tiful for that. At the end of each ha-ha the walls of the park, built of rough-hewn stone, begin. These stones, set in a... ... in many a fantastic shape. As you first enter it, the park is gloomy, the walls are hidden by creeping plants and by trees that for fifty years have ... ...years have heard no sound of axe. One might think it a virgin forest, made primeval again through some phenomenon granted exclu- sively to forests. Th... .... Money, to me, meant a couple of dreadful things,—work and a pub- lisher, journalism and politics. When shall we poor fellows come upon a land where ... ...ng scenes of Paris and its harrowing strifes. The long letter of the young journalist must make most intelligent minds suppose that he had reached, mo... ...pointing to something that floated on the surface. “We’ll have that at any rate; it’s a tench, a real tench.” Just then a groom in livery on horseback... ...id, the cast-off cloth- ing of the lady’s-maids, which, after sweeping the streets of Paris and being made over to fit Marie and Catherine, ap- peared... ...of his predecessor. Mademoiselle Laguerre then made Francois Gaubertin her prime minister, as much through policy as from gratitude. The late steward ... ... she looked about her cautiously, like a cat when it ventures out onto the street. She saw no signs of Nicolas; she listened to the si- lence, as the ...

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... Otto that ev- ery morning after breakfast, the hour at which he wrote his journal in his cabin, the old couple were guided up- stairs and installed i... ...of Washington, like the vast fresh flatness of the let- tered and numbered streets, which at this season seemed to Vogelstein more spacious and vague ... ...talking; and the couple on the sofa, which was not near it but against the wall, in a shallow recess, looked a little withdrawn, as if they had sought... ...swered that in Washington people were always meeting again and that at any rate he shouldn’t fail to wait upon her. Hereupon, just as the two ladies w... ...oon light would give a tone to the blankness of its marble 43 Henry James walls. The Capitol was a splendid building, but it was rather wanting in to... ...inence on which they stood didn’t give him an idea of the Acropolis in its prime. Vogelstein de- ferred the satisfaction of this appeal to their next ... ... past. The past of Alexandria appeared in the vista of three or four short streets sloping up a hill and lined with poor brick warehouses erected for ...