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PodCastle 841: Pirates
E. F. Benson (born July 24, 1867, died Feb. 29, 1940) was an English writer of fiction, reminiscences, and biographies, of which the best remembered are his arch, satirical novels and his urbane autobiographical studies of Edwardian and Georgian society. The son of E.W. Benson, an archbishop of Canterbury (1883–96), the young Benson was educated at Marlborough School and at King’s College, Cambridge.
PseudoPod 702: At the Farmhouse
At the Farmhouse by E.F. Benson The dusk of a November day was falling fast when John Aylsford came out of his lodging in the cobbled street and started to walk briskly along the road which led eastwards by the shore of the bay. He had been at work while the daylight served him, and now, when the gathering darkness weaned him from his easel, he was accustomed to go out for air and exercise and cover half a dozen miles before he returned to his solitary supper.
PseudoPod 793: And No Bird Sings
Show Notes “Birdsong & Elemental Slug” soundbed by Shawn M. Garrett, dedicated to Adi Newton & The Anti-Group (TAGC) And No Bird Sings by E.F. Benson The red chimneys of the house for which I was bound were visible from just outside the station at which I had alighted, and, so the chauffeur told me, the distance was not more than a mile’s walk if I took the path across the fields.
PseudoPod 300: The Step
The Step by E.F. Benson John Cresswell was returning home one night from the Britannia Club at Alexandria, where, as was his custom three or four times in the week, he had dined very solidly and fluidly, and played bridge afterwards as long as a table could be formed. It had been rather an expensive evening, for all his skill at cards had been unable to cope with such a continuous series of ill-favoured hands as had been his.
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