WORLD'S END
Upton Sinclair
1940
WORLD'S END
Upton Sinclair
In the course of this novel a number of well-known persons make their appearance, some of them living, some dead; they appear under their own names, and what is said about them is factually correct.
There are other characters which are fictitious, and in these cases the author has gone out of his way to avoid seeming to point at real persons. He has given them unlikely names, and hopes that no persons bearing such names exist. But it is impossible to make sure; therefore the writer states that, if any such coincidence occurs, it is accidental. This is not the customary "hedge clause" which the author of a
Various European concerns engaged in the manufacture of munitions have been named in the story, and what has been said about them is also according to the records. There is one American firm, and that, with all its affairs, is imaginary. The writer has done his best to avoid seeming to indicate any actual American firm or family.
Book One: God's in His Heaven
I. MUSIC MADE VISIBLE
II. CФTE D'AZUR
PLAYGROUND OF EUROPE
CHRISTMAS-CARD CASTLE
V. THE FACTS OF LIFE
VI. ARMS AND THE MAN
Book Two: A Little Cloud
VII. THE ISLES OF GREECE
VIII. THIS REALM, THIS ENGLAND
IX. GREEN AND PLEASANT LAND
X. LA BELLE FRANCE
XI. C’EST LA GUERRE
Book Three: Bella Gerant Alii
xii. loved i not honour more
xiii. women must weep
xiv. the furies of pain
xv. amor inter arma
xvi. business as usual
xvii. a man's world
xviii. away from all that
Book Four: Land of the Pilgrims' Pride
XIX. OLD COLONIAL
XX. THE PIERIAN SPRING
XXI. THE THOUGHTS OF YOUTH
XXII. ABOVE THE BATTLE
MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM
THE WORLD WELL LOST
Book Five: They Have Sown the Wind
XXV. THE BATTLE FLAGS ARE FURLED
XXVI. THE PARLIAMENT OF MAN
XXVII. THE FEDERATION OF THE WORLD
XXVIII. THE RED PERIL
XXIX. A FRIEND IN NEED
XXX. OUT OF THE DEPTHS
XXXI. IN THE ENEMY'S COUNTRY
Book Six: They Shall Reap the Whirlwind
XXXII. I HAVE SEEN THE FUTURE
XXXIII. WOE TO THE CONQUERED
XXXIV. YOUNG LOCHINVAR
XXXV. I CAN NO OTHER
XXXVI. THE CHOICE OF HERCULES
XXXVII. PEACE IN OUR TIME
XXXVIII. BATTLE OF THE STAGS
Book One
God's in His Heaven
I
The American boy's name was Lanning Budd; people called him Lanny, an agreeable name, easy to say. He had been born in Switzerland, and spent most of his life on the French Riviera; he had never crossed the ocean, but considered himself American because his mother and father were that. He had traveled a lot, and just now was in a little village in the suburbs of Dresden, his mother having left him while she went off on a yachting trip to the fiords of Norway. Lanny didn't mind, for he was used to being left in places, and knew how to get along with people from other parts of the world. He would eat their foods, pick up a smattering of their languages, and hear stories about strange ways of life.
Lanny was thirteen, and growing fast, but much dancing had kept his figure slender and graceful. His wavy brown hair was worn long, that being the fashion for boys; when it dropped into his eyes, he gave a toss of the head. His eyes also were brown, and looked out with eagerness on whatever part of Europe he was in. Just now he was sure that Hellerau was the most delightful of places, and surely this day of the Festspiel was the most delightful of days.
Upon a high plateau stood a tall white temple with smooth round pillars in front, and to it were drifting throngs of people who had journeyed from places all over the earth where art was loved and cherished; fashionable ones among them, but mostly art people, writers and critics, musicians, actors, producers - celebrities in such numbers that it was impossible to keep track of them. All Lanny's life he had heard their names, and here they were in the flesh. With two friends, a German boy slightly older than himself and an English boy older still, he wandered among the crowd in a state of eager delight.
"There he is!" one would whisper.
"Which?"
"The one with the pink flower."
"Who is he?"
One of the older boys would explain. Perhaps it was a great blond Russian named Stanislavsky; perhaps a carelessly dressed Englishman, Granville Barker. The boys would stare, but not too openly or too long. It was a place of courtesy, and celebrities were worshiped but not disturbed. To ask for an autograph was a crudity undreamed of in the Dalcroze school.
