Name: My new curate: a story gathered from the stray leaves of an old diary. By: P. A. Sheehan ( Patrick Augustine Sheehan) NOVEL (Illustra (en Inglés)
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Author: Sheehan, P. a.
ISBN: 9781548910068

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My new curate: a story gathered from the stray leaves of an old diary. By: P. A. Sheehan ( Patrick Augustine Sheehan) NOVEL (Illustra (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

P. a. Sheehan

Editorial

Createspace

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

196

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Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

25.4 x 20.3 x 1.1 cm

Peso

0.40 kg.

ISBN13

9781548910068

Categorías

Ficción: general y literaria

My new curate: a story gathered from the stray leaves of an old diary. By: P. A. Sheehan ( Patrick Augustine Sheehan) NOVEL (Illustra (en Inglés)

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Reseña del libro "My new curate: a story gathered from the stray leaves of an old diary. By: P. A. Sheehan ( Patrick Augustine Sheehan) NOVEL (Illustra (en Inglés)"

Sheehan is best remembered as a novelist; in his novel My New Curate, he recounts an incident of a clerical appointment that may well be autobiographical and refer to his arrival in Doneraile: "The Bishop sent for me and said, with what I would call a tone of pity or contempt, but he was incapable of either, for he was the essence of charity and sincerity: 'Father Dan, you are a bit of a literateur, I understand. Kilronan is vacant. You'll have plenty of time for poetising and dreaming there. What do you say to it?' I put on a little dignity, and though my heart was beating with delight, I quietly thanked his Lordship. But, when I had passed beyond the reach of episcopal vision, which is far stretching enough, I spun my hat in the air, and shouted like a schoolboy: 'Hurrah!'".