An occasional series of readings of ghost stories by a writer now better known for his social satire. Introduced and read by Richard Crowest
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‘Scandal is merely the compassionate allowance which the gay make to the humdrum.’ A series of professionally produced readings of the Reginald stories by Saki (H H Munro). View the world of Edwardian society through the sartorially adapted eye of Saki's solipsistic anti-hero.
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‘We are merely trammelled by the ordinary decent conventions of civilised society.’ A series of professionally produced readings of the penultimate collection of satirical short stories by Saki (H H Munro).
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“I'm delighted to announce a new series of ghost story readings from E F Benson and other authors. Search YouTube for Ghost Stories read by Richard Crowest.”By Richard Crowest
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“I woke again with the sense that there was something creeping up to the house, like the fog that was now thick outside my window, and seeking admittance.”By Richard Crowest
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“With a sudden sinking of his heart, he heard behind him the step which he thought he had silenced for ever.”By Richard Crowest
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“I went to sleep at once, and from dreamlessness awoke suddenly to a consciousness of terror and imminent peril.”By Richard Crowest
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“Terror, that was slowly becoming a little more definite, terror of some dark and violent deed that was momently drawing nearer to me held me in its vice.”By Richard Crowest
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“At that moment I saw the face of Fear; my mouth went dry, and I heard my heart leaping and cracking in my throat.”By Richard Crowest
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“All was not well with the house: in some strange manner the shadow that had come between her closed eyes and the sun as she sat on the garden-bench had entered, and was establishing itself more firmly day by day.”By Richard Crowest
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“I could not stir, I could not speak. I could only strain my ears for the inaudible and my eyes for the unseen, while the cold wind from the very valley of the shadow of death streamed over me.” (Note: this story features a suicide.)By Richard Crowest
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“Then suddenly I saw something black move in the dimness in front of me, and against the grey foam rose up first the head, then the shoulders, and finally the whole figure of a woman…”By Richard Crowest
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“I am sure that no phantom of the dead that die not could have evoked so unnerving a terror.”By Richard Crowest
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“I tell you that vampirism is by no means extinct now. An outbreak of it certainly occurred in India a year or two ago.”By Richard Crowest
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“Every guest on his arrival in the house is told that the long gallery must not be entered after nightfall on any pretext whatever.”By Richard Crowest
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“In the shadows in the corner of my room there sits something more substantial than a shadow.”By Richard Crowest
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“Then the sense of nightmare began, for his two companions, gripping him tightly, pulled him along towards it, and he struggled with them knowing there was something terrible within.”By Richard Crowest
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“An odd uneasiness came over me, for I had been so certain that the house was uninhabited.”By Richard Crowest
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“It was there, among the gooseberry bushes and beneath the medlar trees, that the temptation to the perpetration of a great literary fraud came to him.”By Richard Crowest
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“War is a cruelly destructive thing.”By Richard Crowest
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“Luitpold Wolkenstein drank his coffee, but the flavour had somehow gone out of it.”By Richard Crowest
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“At that moment the memory of the séance the evening before, about which up till now I had somehow felt distrustful and suspicious, passed into the realm of sober fact…”By Richard Crowest
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“There floated up to him, through the noise and bustle of the Cathedral world, a faint heart-aching message from the prisoner in the wicker cage far below.”By Richard Crowest
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“Soft as the fall of a single snow-flake, fear settled on his heart…”By Richard Crowest
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“Find it and have it buried, and then I shall be free from its dreadful presence.”By Richard Crowest
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“‘Children with Hyacinth’s temperament don’t know better as they grow older; they merely know more.’”By Richard Crowest
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“‘Intensive bear-gardening was Sir Richard’s description of the whole affair, and I don’t think he exaggerated.’”By Richard Crowest
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“‘I’m afraid I lost touch with the audience rather over that remark,’ said the Sheep afterwards.”By Richard Crowest
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“‘It’s too large to be ignored altogether and treated as a yard, and it’s too small to keep giraffes in.’”By Richard Crowest
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“This particular scion was known by the ignominious and expressive label of Wilfrid the Snatcher.”By Richard Crowest
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“‘Don’t forget the jewels. They are a detail, but details interest me.’”By Richard Crowest
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“They were the sort of toys that a tired shop-assistant displays and explains at Christmas time to exclamatory parents and bored, silent children.”By Richard Crowest
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“The only live thing that lurked here was that monstrous, mysterious creature of evil.”By Richard Crowest
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“Now, the man of pigments was going to be shown a real picture, a living model of strength and comeliness."By Richard Crowest
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“There are occasions when one must take one’s Fate in one’s hands. Rex took the lamp in his.”By Richard Crowest
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“Just room for one inside, sir…”By Richard Crowest
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“‘We are just so many animals stuck down on a Mappin terrace…’"By Richard Crowest
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“‘I sometimes think these garden-parties are a mistake.’"By Richard Crowest
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“‘A friend of mine said only the other day that he would as soon think of going into the tropics without quinine as of going on a visit without a couple of Mark Mellowkents in his kit-bag.’"By Richard Crowest
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“‘The hand that rocks the cradle rocks the world, in a volcanic sense.’"By Richard Crowest
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“‘In the process of recapture the birds learned a quantity of additional language which unfitted them for further service in the Suffragette cause.’"By Richard Crowest
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“‘And may the Lord have mercy on the poll...’"By Richard Crowest
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“A-pen-ara curses any who desecrates or meddles with her bones…”By Richard Crowest
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“‘We might be living in the Arabian Nights,’ said Miss Fritten, excitedly."By Richard Crowest
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“A man stood one winter night watching and listening, as though he waited for some beast of the woods to come within range of his vision, and, later, of his rifle."By Richard Crowest
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“Never, in any novel that she had read, had a defenceless young woman been confronted with a situation like this."By Richard Crowest
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“In the course of half an hour or so everything that it was permissible to say about Bertie had been said some dozens of times."By Richard Crowest
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“Bread and Butter wins! Good old Bread and Butter."By Richard Crowest
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“Beast!"By Richard Crowest
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“… any one will admit that it was an embarrassing predicament to have your only available guest-room occupied by a leopard…"By Richard Crowest
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“… all that Lena will find when she comes home late in the afternoon will be a placidly defunct Louis."By Richard Crowest
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“When one has nothing left to one but memories, one guards and dusts them with especial care."By Richard Crowest
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“He got a message one day telling him that his wife had been kidnapped and smuggled out of the country."By Richard Crowest
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