Incredible Adventures: Blackwood Collections

ยท Blackwood Collections เดชเตเดธเตโ€Œเดคเด•เด‚, 8 ยท ่ฐทๆœˆ็คพ
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เดฑเต‡เดฑเตเดฑเดฟเด‚เด—เตเด•เดณเตเด‚ เดฑเดฟเดตเตเดฏเต‚เด•เดณเตเด‚ เดชเดฐเดฟเดถเต‹เดงเดฟเดšเตเดšเตเดฑเดชเตเดชเดฟเดšเตเดšเดคเดฒเตเดฒ ย เด•เต‚เดŸเตเดคเดฒเดฑเดฟเดฏเตเด•

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THE REGENERATION OF LORD ERNIE
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John Hendricks was bear-leading at the time. He had originally studied for Holy Orders, but had abandoned the Church later for private reasons connected with his faith, and had taken to teaching and tutoring instead. He was an honest, upstanding fellow of five-and-thirty, incorruptible, intelligent in a simple, straightforward way. He played games with his head, more than most Englishmen do, but he went through life without much calculation. He had qualities that made boys like and respect him; he won their confidence. Poor, proud, ambitious, he realised that fate offered him a chance when the Secretary of State for Scotland asked him if he would give up his other pupils for a year and take his son, Lord Ernie, round the world upon an educational trip that might make a man of him. For Lord Ernie was the only son, and the Marquessโ€™s influence was naturally great. To have deposited a regenerated Lord Ernie at the castle gates might have guaranteed Hendricksโ€™ future. After leaving Eton prematurely the lad had come under Hendricksโ€™ charge for a time, and with such excellent resultsโ€”โ€˜Iโ€™d simply swear by that chap, you know,โ€™ the boy used to sayโ€”that his father, considerably impressed, and rather as a last resort, had made this proposition. And Hendricks, without much calculation, had accepted it. He liked โ€˜Bindyโ€™ for himself. It was in his heart to โ€˜make a man of him,โ€™ if possible. They had now been round the world together and had come up from Brindisi to the Italian Lakes, and so into Switzerland. It was middle October. With a week or two to spare they were making leisurely for the ancestral halls in Aberdeenshire....
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เดฐเดšเดฏเดฟเดคเดพเดตเดฟเดจเต† เด•เตเดฑเดฟเดšเตเดšเต

Blackwood was born in Shooter's Hill (now part of south-east London, but then part of northwest Kent) and educated at Wellington College. His father was a Post Office administrator who, according to Peter Penzoldt, "though not devoid of genuine good-heartedness, had appallingly narrow religious ideas". Blackwood had a varied career, working as a dairy farmer in Canada, operating a hotel, as a newspaper reporter in New York City, bartender, model, journalist for the New York Times, private secretary, businessman, and violin teacher.

Throughout his adult life, he was an occasional essayist for various periodicals. During his late thirties, he relocated back to England and started to write stories of the supernatural. He was successful, writing at least ten original collections of short stories and eventually performing by radio and television to tell them. He also wrote fourteen novels, several children's books, and a number of plays, most of which were produced but not published. He was an avid lover of nature and the outdoors, and many of his stories are affected by this. To satisfy his interest in the supernatural, he joined the Ghost Club. He never married; according to his friends he was a loner but also cheerful company.

Jack Sullivan stated that "Blackwood's life parallels his work more neatly than perhaps that of any other ghost story writer. Like his lonely but fundamentally optimistic protagonists, he was a combination of mystic and outdoorsman; when he wasn't steeping himself in occultism, including Rosicrucianism and Buddhism, he was likely to be skiing or mountain climbing." Blackwood was a member of one of the factions of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, as was his contemporary Arthur Machen. Cabalistic themes influence his novel The Human Chord.

His two best known stories are probably "The Willows" and "The Wendigo". He would also often write stories for newspapers at short notice, with the result that he was unsure exactly how many short stories he had written and there is no sure total. Though Blackwood wrote a number of horror stories, his most typical work seeks less to frighten than to induce a sense of awe. Good examples are the novels The Centaur, which climaxes with a traveller's sight of a herd of the mythical creatures; and Julius LeVallon and its sequel The Bright Messenger, which deal with reincarnation and the possibility of a new, mystical evolution of human consciousness. In correspondence with Peter Penzoldt, Blackwood wrote

ย ย ย  My fundamental interest, I suppose, is signs and proofs of other powers that lie hidden in us all; the extension, in other words, of human faculty. So many of my stories, therefore, deal with extension of consciousness; speculative and imaginative treatment of possibilities outside our normal range of consciousness. ... Also, all that happens in our universe is natural; under Law; but an extension of our so limited normal consciousness can reveal new, extra-ordinary powers etc., and the word "supernatural" seems the best word for treating these in fiction. I believe it possible for our consciousness to change and grow, and that with this change we may become aware of a new universe. A "change" in consciousness, in its type, I mean, is something more than a mere extension of what we already possess and know.

Blackwood wrote an autobiography of his early years, Episodes Before Thirty (1923), and there is a biography by Mike Ashley (ISBN 0-7867-0928-6).

Blackwood died after several strokes. Officially his death on 10 December 1951 was of cerebral thrombosis with arteriosclerosis as contributory. He was cremated at Golders Green crematorium. A few weeks later his nephew took his ashes to Saanenmรถser Pass in the Swiss Alps Mountains, and scattered them in the mountains that he had loved for more than forty years.

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เดธเต€เดฐเต€เดธเต เดคเตเดŸเดฐเตเด•

Algernon Blackwood เดŽเดจเตเดจ เดฐเดšเดฏเดฟเดคเดพเดตเดฟเดจเตเดฑเต† เด•เต‚เดŸเตเดคเตฝ เดชเตเดธเตโ€Œเดคเด•เด™เตเด™เตพ

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