DAVID BLAIZE TRILOGY - Complete Collection: David Blaize, David Blaize and the Blue Door & David Blaize of King's (Illustrated)

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David Blaize Trilogy is a series of novels by English author Edward Frederic Benson about the life of a young boy from his early childhood to college years. The first novel in the series is named David Blaize. Set in England before the First World War, the novel describes David's years at prep school and public school, his studies, sports and friendships, and finally, his brush with death when he stops a runaway horse. A second novel, David Blaize and the Blue Door, set in David's early childhood, was published in 1918. In contrast to the first book, it is a children's fantasy influenced by the work of Lewis Carroll, in the style of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, set in a dream landscape permeated with nonsense. David Blaize of King's is Benson's 1924 sequel to David Blaize. It follows David's university career at King's College, Cambridge.
Edward Frederic Benson (1867-1940) was an English novelist, biographer, memoirist, archaeologist and short story writer, known professionally as E.F. Benson. His novels feature humorous incidents in the lives of (mainly) upper-middle-class British people in the 1920s and 1930s, vying for social prestige and one-upmanship in an atmosphere of extreme cultural snobbery.
Table of Contents:
David Blaize
David Blaize and the Blue Door
David Blaize of King's

This carefully crafted ebook: "DAVID BLAIZE TRILOGY - Complete Collection: David Blaize, David Blaize and the Blue Door & David Blaize of King's (Illustrated)" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents.
David Blaize Trilogy is a series of novels by English author Edward Frederic Benson about the life of a young boy from his early childhood to college years. The first novel in the series is named David Blaize. Set in England before the First World War, the novel describes David's years at prep school and public school, his studies, sports and friendships, and finally, his brush with death when he stops a runaway horse. A second novel, David Blaize and the Blue Door, set in David's early childhood, was published in 1918. In contrast to the first book, it is a children's fantasy influenced by the work of Lewis Carroll, in the style of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, set in a dream landscape permeated with nonsense. David Blaize of King's is Benson's 1924 sequel to David Blaize. It follows David's university career at King's College, Cambridge.
Edward Frederic Benson (1867-1940) was an English novelist, biographer, memoirist, archaeologist and short story writer, known professionally as E.F. Benson. His novels feature humorous incidents in the lives of (mainly) upper-middle-class British people in the 1920s and 1930s, vying for social prestige and one-upmanship in an atmosphere of extreme cultural snobbery.
Table of Contents:
David Blaize
David Blaize and the Blue Door
David Blaize of King's

Leseprobe
Chapter II
Table of Contents

The others poured out into the sunshine, but David lingered behind with Bags and Ferrers Major, and began burrowing in his locker to find the box belonging to his two stag-beetles. They were male and female, as the lady's absence of long horns testified, and it was hoped that even in confinement she might some day be confined. Indeed, there were several bets on, as to which form the babies would take-whether they would be eggs or some sort of caterpillar, or minute but fully developed stag-beetles. The box in question was a small cardboard oblong, of cramped dimensions; but really it was no more than their saloon travelling-carriage, for they lived in David's washing-basin at night, since it had been ascertained that the sides of it were too steep and slippery to allow their escape, and at other times had the run of his desk in school-hours, and were allowed quantities of healthy exercise when their owner was unoccupied and could look after their wayward steps. But now, since after chapel David would not come back to the class-room, it was necessary to put them in their travelling-carriage, which was pierced with holes, so that such air as there might happen to be in David's pocket should penetrate to them. A few slips of grass and leaves would be sufficient to sustain them until they were regaled with bits of cake and a strawberry or two from the tea which was to be provided for the first form after chapel.

The lady was lying on her back, as good as gold, waving her legs slowly in the air, having probably fallen down on some climbing expedition about the roof of the locker, but the stag himself (called "The Monarch of the Glen") could not at once be found. But a little careful rummaging disclosed him sitting morosely in a crevice between a grammar and a geography book.

"I say, I don't believe the Monarch's well," said David.

"Shouldn't think so, living in your fuggy desk," said Bags, strolling out of the room.

Suddenly David perceived, as by a special revelation, that he must kick Bags. Bags had thrown an inky dart at him, and though, in the depression of the Bible-lesson, that had been forgotten, it started into prominence again in his mind. Further, Bags had added insult to injury by saying that his desk was fuggy. Certainly he must kick Bags, just once, juicily, and call it all square.

David gingerly took the Monarch by the waist, so that his pincers nipped the empty air, and put him and his spouse into their travelling carriage.

"Come on, Ferrers," he said.

On their way across to chapel he paused a moment to pick a few leaves from the bright squibs of root-growth on the elm just outside the class-room, and took Ferrer's arm.

"Don't let's go too quick," he said. "I want to catch Bags up just as we get to chapel-door, and if I was alone he might suspect. Then you'll see: I'll give him one kick, just one, but a beauty. Let's seem to be talking."

Diabolically diplomatic, David managed his manoeuvre well, gradually gaining on his unsuspecting victim, and stalking him with infinite stealth and relish. There was no question of honour in coming behind him thus unaware, for Bags had launched a dart at him without provocation, and had also gone jauntily across to chapel after making that ill-advised remark about David's fuggy desk. Should Bags resent a good sound kick, which was a pretty just payment of the score, David would be perfectly happy to fight him afterwards if he desired it. It was quite all right.

David, sometimes lounging, sometimes hurrying, and all the time talking in a foolish, interested manner to Ferrers, came up close to the rear of the enemy just two steps outside chapel-door. They were the last of the boys to go in, and David had space to swing his leg. For the moment Bags was too much astonished to be hurt, and David passed him with a slight smile on his