Product Description: Escritor de origen irlandés, considerado el autor teatral más significativo de la literatura británica posterior a Shakespeare. Además de ser un prolífico autor teatral, escribió más de 50 obras, fue el más incisivo crítico social desde los tiempos del también irlandés Johnathan Swift, y el mejor crítico teatral y musical de su generación...read more

Product Description: Arms and the Man - A Comedy - By George Bernard Shaw - The play takes place during the 1885 Serbo-Bulgarian War. Its heroine, Raina (rah-EE-na) Petkoff, is a young Bulgarian woman engaged to Sergius Saranoff, one of the heroes of that war, whom she idolizes...read more

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The Dark Lady of the Sonnets By Bernard Shaw Brand New Edition The Dark Lady of the Sonnets is a 1910 short play by George Bernard Shaw on William Shakespeare and the "Dark Lady" character in his sonnets. The dark lady of the sonnets was based on a real life person. Sonnets 127 to 152 are addressed to a woman commonly known as the 'Dark Lady' because her hair is said to be black and her skin "dun". These sonnets are explicitly sexual in character, in contrast to those written to the 'Fair Youth'. It is implied that the speaker of the sonnets and the Lady had a passionate affair, but that she was unfaithful, perhaps with the 'Fair Youth'. The poet self-deprecatingly describes himself as balding and middle-aged at the time of writing. Many attempts have been made to identify the "Dark Lady" with historical personalities, such as Mary Fitton or the poet Emilia Lanier, who was Rowse's favoured candidate, though neither lady fits the author's descriptions. She has also been identified with Elizabeth Wriothesley, Countess of Southampton.

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Product Description: The question seems a hopeless one after 2000 years of resolute adherence to the old cry of "Not this man, but Barabbas." Yet it is beginning to look as if Barabbas was a failure, in spite of his strong right hand, his victories, his empires, his millions of money, and his moralities and churches and political constitutions...read more

Product Description: [Nacht. Das Schlafzimmer eines jungen Mädchens in Bulgarien, in einer kleinen Stadt nahe dem Dragomanpaß. Ende November 1885. Durch ein großes offenes Fenster mit kleinem Balkon schimmert sternhell die schneebedeckte Spitze eines Balkanberges wundervoll weiß und schön herein...read more

It must be understood, by the way, that the French army does not make war on the Italians. It is there to rescue them from the tyranny of their Austrian conquerors, and confer republican institutions on them; so that in incidentally looting them, it merely makes free with the property of its friends, who ought to be grateful to it, and perhaps would be if ingratitude were not the proverbial failing of their country. The Austrians, whom it fights, are a thoroughly respectable regular army, well disciplined, commanded by gentlemen trained and versed in the art of war: at the head of them Beaulieu, practising the classic art of war under orders from Vienna, and getting horribly beaten by Napoleon, who acts on his own responsibility in defiance of professional precedents or orders from Paris.

Overruled Bernard Shaw Brand New Edition This piece is not an argument for or against polygamy. It is a clinical study of how the thing actually occurs among quite ordinary people, innocent of all unconventional views concerning it. The enormous majority of cases in real life are those of people in that position. Those who deliberately and conscientiously profess what are oddly called advanced views by those others who believe them to be retrograde, are often, and indeed mostly, the last people in the world to engage in unconventional adventures of any kind, not only because they have neither time nor disposition for them, but because the friction set up between the individual and the community by the expression of unusual views of any sort is quite enough hindrance to the heretic without being complicated by personal scandals. Thus the theoretic libertine is usually a person of blameless family life, whilst the practical libertine is mercilessly severe on all other libertines, and excessively conventional in professions of social principle.

"[...] PARENTS AND CHILDREN Trailing Clouds of Glory Childhood is a stage in the process of that continual remanufacture of the Life Stuff by which the human race is perpetuated. The Life Force either will not or cannot achieve immortality except in very low organisms: indeed it is by no means ascertained that even the amoeba is immortal. Human beings visibly wear out, though they last longer than their friends the dogs. Turtles, parrots, and elephants are believed to be capable of outliving the memory of the oldest human inhabitant. But the fact that new ones are born conclusively proves that they are not immortal. Do away with death and you do away with the need for birth: in fact if you went on breeding, you would finally have to kill old people to make room for young ones.[...]".

DEMOCRACY If the lesser mind could measure the greater as a foot-rule can measure a pyramid, there would be finality in universal suffrage. As it is, the political problem remains unsolved. Democracy substitutes election by the incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few. Democratic republics can no more dispense with national idols than monarchies with public functionaries. Government presents only one problem: the discovery of a trustworthy anthropometric method.

"[...] "Cashel!" she said, with emphatic surprise. "Are you sulky?" "No," he retorted, angrily. "I haven't said anything. I suppose my manners are not good enough, I'm very sorry; but I can't help it." "Very well," said Mrs. Byron, firmly. "You can go, Cashel. I am not pleased with you." Cashel walked out of the room and slammed the door. At the foot of the staircase he was stopped by a boy about a year younger than himself, who accosted him eagerly. "How much did she give you?" he whispered. "Not a halfpenny," replied Cashel, grinding his teeth. "Oh, I say!" exclaimed the other, much disappointed. "That was beastly mean." "She's as mean as she can be," said Cashel. "It's all old Monkey's fault. He[...]".

I am by profession a playwright. I have been in practice since 1892. I am a member of the Managing Committee of the Society of Authors and of the Dramatic Sub-Committee of that body. I have written nineteen plays, some of which have been translated and performed in all European countries except Turkey, Greece, and Portugal. They have been performed extensively in America. Three of them have been refused licences by the Lord Chamberlain. In one case a licence has since been granted. The other two are still unlicensed. I have suffered both in pocket and reputation by the action of the Lord Chamberlain. In other countries I have not come into conflict with the censorship except in Austria, where the production of a comedy of mine was postponed for a year because it alluded to the part taken by Austria in the Servo- Bulgarian war. This comedy was not one of the plays suppressed in England by the Lord Chamberlain. One of the plays so suppressed was prosecuted in America by the police in consequence of an immense crowd of disorderly persons having been attracted to the first performance by the Lord Chamberlain's condemnation of it; but on appeal to a higher court it was decided that the representation was lawful and the intention innocent, since when it has been repeatedly performed.

(Ein schöner Oktobermorgen im nordöstlichen Viertel Londons. In diesem ausgedehnten Bezirk sind die Seitengässchen viel weniger schmal, schmutzig, übelriechend und stickig als in dem viele Meilen entfernten London von Mayfair und St. James. Hier spielt sich besonders das unelegante Leben der Mittelklassen ab. Die breiten, dichtbevölkerten Strassen sind mit hässlichen eisernen Bedürfnisanstalten, radikalen Klubs und Trambahnlinien, auf denen Ketten von gelben Wagen endlos einziehen, reichlich versehn. Doch Sind die Hauptverkehrsadern mit grasbewachsenen Vorgärtchen verziert, von denen man nur den kleinen Streifen betritt, der vom Pförtchen zur Haustür führt. Jene Strassen werden durch die stumm geduldete Eintönigkeit sich meilenweit erstreckender hässlicher Ziegelbauten, schwarzer Eisengitter, Steinpflaster und Schieferdächer arg entstellt. Anständig aber unmodern oder gemein und ärmlicb gekleidete Leute, die an dieses Viertel gewöhnt sind und sich zumeist in aufreibender Weise für andere plagen müssen, ohne sich für ihre Arbeit zu interessieren, bilden ihre Bewohner. Das bisschen ihnen gebliebene Energie und Eifer gipfelt in der Habgier des Londoner Cockneys und in der Begierde, ihr Geschäft vorwärts zu bringen. Selbst die Schutzleute und die Kapellen sind nicht selten genug, die Eintönigkeit zu unterbrechen. Die Sonne scheint klar, es ist nicht neblig, und obgleich der Rauch sowohl die Gesichter und Hände als auch die Mauern aus Ziegelstein und Mörtel verhindert, frisch und rein zu sein, so ist er doch nicht schwarz und schwer genug, um einen Londoner zu belästigen.)

"[...]uniform and your medals and orders and so forth. Get a guard of honor—something showy—horse guards or something of that sort; and call on the old girl— MITCHENER. The old girl? BALSQUITH. Well, Lady Richmond. Apologize to her. Ask her leave to accept the command. Tell her that youve made the curate your adjutant or your aide-de-camp or whatever is the proper thing. By the way, what can you make him? MITCHENER. I might make him my chaplain. I dont see why I shouldnt have a chaplain on my staff. He showed a very proper spirit in punching that young cub's head. I should have done the same myself. BALSQUITH. Then Ive your promise to take command if Lady Richmond consents? MITCHENER. On condition that I have a free hand. No nonsense about public opinion or democracy. BALSQUITH. As far as possible, I think I may say yes.[...]".

This novel was written in the year 1880 only a few years after I had exported myself from Dublin to London in a condition of extreme rawness and inexperience concerning the specifically English side of the life with which the book pretends to deal.

The inca of Perusalem - An Almost Historical Comedietta by George Bernard Shaw I must remind the reader that this playlet was written when its principal character, far from being a fallen foe and virtually a prisoner in our victorious hands, was still the Caesar whose legions we were resisting with our hearts in our mouths. Many were so horribly afraid of him that they could not forgive me for not being afraid of him: I seemed to be trifling heartlessly with a deadly peril. I knew better; and I have represented Caesar as knowing better himself. But it was one of the quaintnesses of popular feeling during the war that anyone who breathed the slightest doubt of the absolute perfection of German organization, the Machiavellian depth of German diplomacy, the omniscience of German science, the equipment of every German with a complete philosophy of history, and the consequent hopelessness of overcoming so magnificently accomplished an enemy except by the sacrifice of every recreative activity to incessant and vehement war work, including a heartbreaking mass of fussing and cadging and bluffing that did nothing but waste our energies and tire our resolution, was called a pro-German. Now that this is all over, and the upshot of the fighting has shown that we could quite well have afforded to laugh at the doomed Inca, I am in another difficulty. I may be supposed to be hitting Caesar when he is down. That is why I preface the play with this reminder that when it was written he was not down. To make quite sure, I have gone through the proof sheets very carefully, and deleted everything that could possibly be mistaken for a foul blow. I have of course maintained the ancient privilege of comedy to chasten Caesar's foibles by laughing at them, whilst introducing enough obvious and outrageous fiction to relieve both myself and my model from the obligations and responsibilities of sober history and biography. But I should certainly put the play in the fire instead of publishing it if it contained a word against our defeated enemy that I would not have written in 1913. The Inca of Perusalem was performed for the first time in England by the Pioneer Players at the Criterion Theatre, London, on 16th December, 1917, with Gertrude Kingston as Ermyntrude, Helen Morris as the Princess, Nigel Playfair as the waiter, Alfred Drayton as the hotel manager, C. Wordley Hulse as the Archdeacon, and Randle Ayrton as the Inca.