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Автор: John Galt
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CHAPTER LVI

       CHAPTER LVII

       CHAPTER LVIII

       CHAPTER LIX

       CHAPTER LX

       CHAPTER LXI

       CHAPTER LXII

       CHAPTER LXIII

       CHAPTER LXIV

       CHAPTER LXV

       CHAPTER LXVI

       CHAPTER LXVII

       CHAPTER LXVIII

       CHAPTER LXIX

       CHAPTER LXX

       CHAPTER LXXI

       CHAPTER LXXII

       CHAPTER LXXIII

       CHAPTER LXXIV

       CHAPTER LXXV

       CHAPTER LXXVI

       CHAPTER LXXVII

       CHAPTER LXXVIII

       CHAPTER LXXIX

       CHAPTER LXXX

       CHAPTER LXXXI

       CHAPTER LXXXII

       CHAPTER LXXXIII

       CHAPTER LXXXIV

       CHAPTER LXXXV

       CHAPTER LXXXVI

       CHAPTER LXXXVII

       CHAPTER LXXXVIII

       CHAPTER LXXXIX

       CHAPTER XC

       CHAPTER XCI

       CHAPTER XCII

       CHAPTER XCIII

       CHAPTER XCIV

       CHAPTER XCV

       CHAPTER XCVI

       CHAPTER XCVII

       CHAPTER XCVIII

       CHAPTER XCIX

       CHAPTER C

       CHAPTER CI

       CHAPTER CII

       GLOSSARY

       THE WORLD’S CLASSICS

       LIST OF THE SERIES

       Bookcases for the World’s Classics

       Table of Contents

      For many years I have been wondering why John Galt’s works are fallen into such neglect: that they should be almost wholly forgotten, even by readers to whom Scott and Jane Austen, Fanny Burney and Miss Edgeworth are indispensable, is what I cannot understand. If his Autobiography were not a rare book, an explanation might suggest itself. For supposing that the public, before reading The Entail, Annals of the Parish, or The Ayrshire Legatees, had been so unfortunate as to attempt the reading of the Autobiography, no one could be surprised that it made up its mind to read no more of him. A more tedious, flat, and dull book was never written by a man of genius: it is never interesting, never amusing, and always exasperating to any one who knows what he could do, and has done. To wade through it is very nearly impossible, and there is nothing to be gained by the achievement. Galt’s life was not particularly interesting in itself, but many lives less eventful have been so written as to be worth reading, and easy to read.

      There is, however, little danger of Galt’s now losing possible admirers by the unlucky accident of their stumbling on his Autobiography before making his acquaintance in the right way—by reading his really excellent works of fiction: for copies of the Autobiography are not at all easy to come at. I