C. Lewis Hind
C. Lewis Hind was a British author and critic known for his contributions to literature and art criticism in the early 20th century. Born in 1862, he became a prominent figure in the literary scene, particularly through his writings on the works of contemporary authors and artists. Hind's insightful critiques and reviews appeared in various publications, where he championed the works of his peers while also engaging with the broader cultural movements of his time. His ability to articulate the nuances of artistic expression made him a respected voice in literary circles. Among his notable works are 'The Art of the Book' and 'The Story of the English Novel,' which reflect his deep understanding of narrative and aesthetics. Hind's writings often explored the intersection of literature and visual art, emphasizing the importance of both in understanding the human experience. His legacy lies in his role as a bridge between the literary and artistic communities, influencing a generation of writers and critics who followed. Hind's work remains a testament to the vibrant cultural dialogues of his era, and his contributions continue to be recognized for their depth and insight.
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View all 3 quotes“The mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind legs off a donkey.””
“And now, for the first time, the Lion was quite silent. He was going to and fro among the animals. And every now and then he would go up to two of them (always two at a time) and touch their noses with his. He would touch two beavers among all the beavers, two leopards among all the leopards, one stag and one deer among all the deer, and leave the rest. Some sorts of animal he passed over altogether. But the pairs which he had touched instantly left their own kinds and followed him. At last he stood still and all the creatures whom he had touched came and stood in a wide circle around him. The others whom he had not touched began to wander away. Their noises faded gradually into the distance. The chosen beasts who remained were now utterly silent, all with their eyes fixed intently upon the Lion. The cat-like ones gave an occasional twitch of the tail but otherwise all were still. For the first time that day there was complete silence, except for the noise of running water. Digory’s heart beat wildly; he knew something very solemn was going to be done. He had not forgotten about his Mother, but he knew jolly well that, even for her, he couldn’t interrupt a thing like this. The Lion, whose eyes never blinked, stared at the animals as hard as if he was going to burn them up with his mere stare. And gradually a change came over them. The smaller ones”
“Where will you take us?” asked Lucy, getting the words out with some difficulty.“Over to Narrowhaven,” said the slaver. “For market day tomorrow.”“Is there a British Consul there?” asked Eustace.“Is there a which?” said the man.But long before Eustace was tired of trying to explain, the slaver simply said, “Well, I’ve had enough of this jabber. The Mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind leg off a donkey. Off we go, mates.””
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