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Title: When winter comes to Main Street
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Overton, Grant Martin, 1887-1930 Doran, Firm, Publishers, New York
Subjects: English literature American literature
Publisher: New York, George H. Doran Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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man and his wife necessarily transcends everyabstraction, brushes aside every ideal of rightand wrong. Mr. Bennett, in the course of theamazing discoveries of an amazing lifetime, hasmade the greatest discovery possible to mortalsof this planet. He has discovered that marriageoccurs when a man and a woman take the lawinto their own hands, and not only the human law,but the divine. It would be impossible for the hero of a Bennettnovel of recent years to be a character like MarkSabre in If Winter Comes. Arnold Bennettsmarried hero would realise that the health, com-fort, wishes, doubts, dissimulations; the jealous-ies, the happiness or the fancied happiness, andthe exterior appearances of the woman who washis wife abolish, for practical purposes, every-thing else. It is due to Mr. Bennett more than toanyone else that we now understand that whilehusband may be a correct legal designation,lover is the only possible aesthetic appellationof the man who is married. If he is not a lover (134)
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ARNOLD BENNETT (135) AUDACIOUS MR. BENNETT he is not a husband except for statutory purposes—that is all. n It is hard to describe Lilian. I will let youtaste it: Lilian, in dark blue office frock with an em-broidered red line round the neck and detachableblack wristlets that preserved the ends of thesleeves from dust and friction, sat idle at her flatdesk in what was called the small room at FelixGrigs establishment in Clifford Street, off BondStreet. There were three desks, three typewritingmachines and three green-shaded lamps. OnlyLilians lamp was lighted, and she sat alone, withdarkness above her chestnut hair and about her,and a circle of radiance below. She was twenty-three. Through the drawn blind of the windowcould just be discerned the backs of the letters ofwords painted on the glass: Telix Grig. Type-writing Office. Open day and night. Seen fromthe street the legend stood out black and clearagainst the faintly glowing blind. It waseleven p.m. That a beautiful girl, creat

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