Caprice
By Ronald Firbank and Karl Wurf
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Ronald Firbank (1886–1926), an author whose work bridges the gap between the aesthetic movements of the late nineteenth century and the modernist literature of the early twentieth century, deserves both recognition and admiration. Born into an upper-class Victorian family, Firbank’s upbringing and experiences of his time—rife with societal tensions, religious intrigue, and shifting perspectives—infused his works with idiosyncratic wit and style.
For modern audiences, his texts may prove a bit problematic, however, due to elements which are now considered racist. Please keep in mind the era in which the story was originally written as you read it.
This book has been lightly edited to remove offensive language. The few alternations should be invisible to readers.
Ronald Firbank
Arthur Annesley Ronald Firbank was born in London in 1886 and was an experimental novelist. Throughout his career he has been championed by English novelists including E.M. Forster, Evelyn Waugh, Alan Hollinghurst and Simon Raven, writing novels such as Valmouth and The Flower Beneath the Foot and six other short novels. He died in Rome in 1926 and is buried in the Campo Verano cemetery.
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Caprice - Ronald Firbank
Table of Contents
CAPRICE
DEDICATION
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CAPRICE
Ronald Firbank
DEDICATION
TO
STEPHEN HAMMERTON
Τίς δ’ ἀγροιῶτίς τοι θελγει νόον,
οὐκ ἐπισταμένα τὰ βράκε’ ἔλκην ἐπὶ τῶν σφύρων.—Sappho.
INTRODUCTION
Karl Wurf
Ronald Firbank (1886–1926), an author whose work bridges the gap between the aesthetic movements of the late nineteenth century and the modernist literature of the early twentieth century, deserves both recognition and admiration. Born into an upper-class Victorian family, Firbank’s upbringing and experiences of his time—rife with societal tensions, religious intrigue, and shifting perspectives—infused his works with idiosyncratic wit and style.
Firbank’s novels, though often overshadowed by the works of more famous contemporaries, are unique for their blend of humour, decadence, and spiritual exploration, marking him as a true eccentric in English literature. His works, including Vainglory (1915), Inclinations (1916), and Caprice (1917), are marked by their elliptical narratives, exaggerated characters, and esoteric dialogue. In his novels, traditional plots and structures give way to impressionistic snippets of action and conversation, evoking both the absurdity and the melancholy of human existence.
Despite his premature death at the age of 40, Firbank left an indelible mark on modern literature. His influence can be seen in the works of such post-war authors as Evelyn Waugh, Anthony Powell, and the poets of the New York School. Over time, Firbank’s work has grown in esteem, attracting a cult following among readers and critics alike who appreciate his distinctive blend of satire and poignancy, eccentricity and spiritual questing. Though not as well-known as his peers, Ronald Firbank’s place within the canon of English literature is secure, his work a testament to the power of individual vision and creative audacity.
For modern audiences, his texts may prove a bit problematic, however, due to elements which are now considered racist. Please keep in mind the era in which the story was originally written as you read it.
This book has been lightly edited to remove the worst of its offensive language. The few alternations should be invisible to readers.
CHAPTER 1
THE clangour of bells grew insistent. In uncontrollable hilarity pealed S. Mary, contrasting clearly with the subdued carillon of S. Mark. From all sides, seldom in unison, resounded bells. S. Elizabeth and S. Sebastian, in Flower Street, seemed in loud dispute, while S. Ann on the Hill,
all hollow, cracked, consumptive, fretful, did nothing but complain. Near by S. Nicaise, half-paralysed, and impotent, feebly shook. Then, triumphant, in a hurricane of sound, S. Irene hushed them all.
It was Sunday again.
Up and up, and still up, the winding ways of the city the straggling townsfolk toiled.
Now and again a pilgrim perhaps would pause in the narrow lane behind the Deanery to rest.
Opening a black lacquer fan and setting the window of her bedroom wide, Miss Sarah Sinquier peered out.
The lane, very frequently, would prove interesting of an afternoon.
Across it, the Cathedral rose up before her with wizardry against the evening sky.
Miss Sinquier raised her eyes towards the twin grey spires, threw up her arms, and yawned.
From a pinnacle a devil with limbs entwined about some struggling crowned-coiffed prey, grimaced.
"For I yearn for those kisses you gave me once
On the steps by Bakerloo!"
Miss Sinquier crooned caressingly, craning further out.
Under the little old lime trees by the Cathedral door lounged Lady Caroline Dempsey’s Catholic footman.
Miss Sinquier considered him.
In her mind’s eye she saw the impression her own conversion would make in the parochial world.
Canon Sinquier’s only daughter has gone over to Rome....
Or, Canon Sinquier’s daughter has taken the veil.
Or, Miss Sinquier, having suffered untold persecution at the hands of her family, has been received into the Convent of the Holy Dove.
Her eyes strayed leisurely from the powdered head and weeping shoulder-knots of Lady Caroline Dempsey’s Catholic footman. The lack of movement was oppressive.
Why was not Miss Worrall in her customary collapse being borne senseless to her Gate in the Sacristan’s arms? And why tonight were they not chaunting the Psalms?
Darting out her tongue, Miss Sinquier withdrew her head and resumed her book.
Pouf!
She shook her fan.
The room would soon be dark.
From the grey-toned walls, scriptural, a Sasso Sassi frowned.
In all these fruitful years,
she read, "the only instance he is recorded to have smiled was at a great rat running in and out among some statues.... He was the Ideal Hamlet. Morose of countenance, and cynical by nature, his outbursts, at times, would completely freeze the company."
Miss Sinquier passed her finger-tips lightly across her hair.
Somehow it makes no difference,
she murmured, turning towards a glass. To feign Ophelia—no matter what!
She pulled about her a lace Manilla shawl.
It was as though it were Andalusia whenever she wrapped it on.
Dona Rosarda!
Fernan Perez? What do you want?
Ravishing Rosarda, I need you.
I am the wife of Don José Cuchillo—the Moor.
Dona Rosarda Castilda Cuchillo, I love you.
Sh——! My husband will be back directly.
Stretched at ease before a pier-glass, Miss Sinquier grew enthralled.
An hour sped by.
The room was almost dark.
Don José would wish his revenge.
"Rosarda."
"Fernando?"
"Ah-h!"
Miss Sinquier got up.
She must compose herself for dinner—wash off the blood.
Poor Fernan!
She glanced about her, a trifle Spanish still.
From a clothes-peg something hanging seemed to implore.
To see me? Why, bless you. Yes!
With an impetuous, pretty gesture