Category: Novels
I was fifty years old to-day. Half a century has hurried by since I first lay in my mother's wondering arms. To be sure, I am not old; but I can no longer deceive myself into believing that I am still young. After all, the illusion of youth is a mental habit consciously encour...
The concrete evidence of my success as represented by my accumulated capital--outside of my uptown dwelling house--amounts, as I have previously said, to about seven hundred and...
1. Chapter 1I was fifty years old to-day. Half a century has hurried by since I first lay in my mother's wondering arms. To be sure, I am not old; but I can no longer deceive myself into be...
6. Chapter 6When I began to pen these wandering confessions--or whatever they may properly be called--it was with the rather hazy purpose of endeavoring to ascertain why it was that I, univ...
4. Chapter 4I come of a family that prides itself on its culture and intellectuality. We have always been professional people, for my grandfather was, as I have said, a clergyman; and among...
2. Chapter 2By virtue of my being a successful man my family has an established position in New York society. We are not, to be sure--at least, my wife and I are not--a part of the sacrosan...
3. Chapter 3I pride myself on being a man of the world--in the better sense of the phrase. I feel no regret over the passing of those romantic days when maidens swooned at the sight of a dr...