Hector hugh munro

I hate babies. They're so human.

And the vagueness of his alarm added to its terrors; when once you have taken the Impossible into your calculations its possibilities become practically limitless.

Sherard Blaw, the dramatist who had discovered himself, and who had given so ungrudgingly of his discovery to the world.

There are certain fixed rules that one observes for one's own comfort. For instance, never be flippantly rude to any inoffensive grey-bearded stranger that you may meet in pine forests or hotel smoking-rooms on the Continent. It always turns out to be the King of Sweden.

Children with Hyacinth's temperament don't know better as they grow older; they merely know more.

The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience: you get the mediaeval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.

Oysters are more beautiful than any religion... There's nothing in Christianity or Buddhism that quite matches the sympathetic unselfishness of an oyster.

But, good gracious, you've got to educate him first. You can't expect a boy to be vicious till he's been to a good school.

On horseback he seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins, and two more for patting the horse soothingly on the neck.

He seems the incarnation of everything soft and silky and velvety, without a sharp edge in his composition, a dreamer whose philosophy is sleep and let sleep.

When people grow gradually rich their requirements and standard of living expand in proportion, while their present-giving instincts often remain in the undeveloped condition of their earlier days. Something showy and not-too-expensive in a shop is their only conception of the ideal gift.

I believe I once considerably scandalized her by declaring that clear soup was a more important factor in life than a clear conscience.

Confront a child, a puppy, and a kitten with a sudden danger; the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission, the kitten will brace its tiny body for a frantic resistance.

You needn't tell me that a man who doesn't love oysters and asparagus and good wines has got a soul, or a stomach either. He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts.

Her frocks are built in Paris, but she wears them with a strong English accent.

There may have been disillusionments in the lives of the medieval saints, but they would scarcely have been better pleased if they could have foreseen that their names would be associated nowadays chiefly with racehorses and the cheaper clarets.

Never be a pioneer. It's the early Christian that gets the fattest lion.

He spends his life explaining from his pulpit that the glory of Christianity consists in the fact that though it is not true it has been found necessary to invent it.

Women and elephants never forget an injury.

I am not collecting copies of the cheaper editions of Omar Khayyám. I gave the last four that I received to the lift-boy, and I like to think of him reading them, with FitzGerald's notes, to his aged mother. Lift-boys always have aged mothers; shows such nice feeling on their part, I think.

To be clever in the afternoon argues that one is dining nowhere in the evening.

Hating anything in the way of ill-natured gossip ourselves, we are always grateful to those who do it for us and do it well.

Children are given us to discourage our better emotions.

Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?

A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.

He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

Whenever a massacre of Armenians is reported from Asia Minor, every one assumes that it has been carried out "under orders" from somewhere or another; no one seems to think that there are people who might like to kill their neighbours now and then.

I think oysters are more beautiful than any religion,' he resumed presently. 'They not only forgive our unkindness to them; they justify it, they incite us to go on being perfectly horrid to them. Once they arrive at the supper-table they seem to enter thoroughly into the spirit of the thing. There's nothing in Christianity or Buddhism that quite matches the sympathetic unselfishness of an oyster.

There was something alike terrifying and piteous in the spectacle of these frail old morsels of humanity consecrating their last flickering energies to the task of making each other wretched. Hatred seemed to be the one faculty which had survived in undiminished vigor where all else was dropping into ordered and symmetrical decay.

Monogamy is the Western custom of one wife and hardly any mistresses.

Romance at short notice was her speciality.

It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.

Once a female, always a female. Nature is not always infallible but she always abides by her mistakes.

The cat is domestic only as far as suits its own ends.

No one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve.

He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.

All decent people live beyond their incomes; those who aren't respectable live beyond other people's; a few gifted individuals manage to do both.

The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.

I think she must have been very strictly brought up, she's so desperately anxious to do the wrong thing correctly.

I love Americans, but not when they try to talk French. What a blessing it is that they never try to talk English.

There is no easy in the world neither hard everything is the same in a way.

I always say beauty is only sin deep.

A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.

In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.

Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.

It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.

Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.

It is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country.

We all know that Prime Ministers are wedded to the truth, but like other wedded couples they sometimes live apart.

If he had unlimited money at his disposal, he might go into the wilds somewhere and shoot big game. I never know what the big game have done to deserve it, but they do help to deflect the destructive energies of some of our social misfits.

It occurred to me that I would like to be a poet. The chief qualification, I understand is that you must be born. Well, I hunted up my birth certificate, and found that I was all right on that score.

The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.

By insisting on having your bottle pointing to the north when the cork is being drawn, and calling the waiter Max, you may induce an impression on your guests which hours of laboured boasting might be powerless to achieve. For this purpose, however, the guests must be chosen as carefully as the wine.

People may say what they like about the decay of Christianity the religious system that produced green Chartreuse can never really die.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.

A woman who takes her husband about with her everywhere is like a cat that goes on playing with a mouse long after she's killed it.

The cook was a good cook, as cooks go; and as cooks go, she went.

Every reformation must have its victims. You can’t expect the fatted calf to share the enthusiasm of the angels over the prodigal’s return.

The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which it paced of yore the temple courts of Thebes, still displays the self-reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.

Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.

Sophie Chattel-Monkheim was a Socialist by conviction and a Chattel-Monkheim by marriage.

It's no use growing older if you only learn new ways of misbehaving yourself.

The people of Crete unfortunately make more history than they can consume locally.

You evidently feel that brevity is the soul of widowhood.

People talk vaguely about the innocence of a little child, but they take mighty good care not to let it out of their sight for twenty minutes.

A relative of mine ... spends his time producing improved breeds of sheep and pigs and chickens. So patronising and irritating to teh Almighty, I should think.

To be among people who are smothered in furs when one hasn't any oneself makes one want to break most of the Commandments.

Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.

Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They're as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you've ceased to wear it.

Author details

Saki: Biography and Life Work

Saki was a notable Author. The story of Saki began on 18 December 1870 in Akyab, Burma. The legacy of Saki continues today, following their passing on 14 November 1916 in Beaumont-Hamel, France.

Hector Hugh Munro (18 December 1870 – 14 November 1916), popularly known by his pen name Saki and also frequently as H. H. Munro , was a British writer whose witty, mischievous and sometimes macabre stories satirise Edwardian society and culture. He is considered to be a master of the short story and is often compared to O. Henry and Dorothy Parker . Influenced by Oscar Wilde , Lewis Carroll and Rudyard Kipling , Munro himself influenced A. A. Milne , Noël Coward and P. G. Wodehouse .

Philosophical Views and Reflections

"Gabriel-Ernest" starts with a warning: "There is a wild beast in your woods …" Gabriel, a naked boy sunbathing by the river, is "adopted" by well-meaning townspeople. Lovely and charming, but also rather vague and distant, he seems bemused by his "benefactors." Asked how he managed by himself in the woods, he replies that he hunts "on four legs," which they take to mean that he has a dog. The climax comes when a small child disappears while walking home from Sunday school. A pursuit ensues, but Gabriel and the child disappear near a river. The only items found are Gabriel's clothes, and the two are never seen again. The story includes many of the author's favourite themes: good intentions gone awry, the banality of polite society, the attraction of the sinister, and the allure of the wild and the forbidden. There is also a recognition of basic decency, upheld when the story's protagonist 'flatly refuses' to subscribe to a Gabriel-Ernest memorial, for his supposedly gallant attempt to save a drowning child, and drowning himself, as well. Gabriel-Ernest was actually a werewolf who had eaten the child, then run off.

A 2004 short film, The Open Doors , adapted ”The Open Window”; directed by James Rogan it starred Michael Sheen as Framton Nuttell, Charlotte Ritchie as Vera and Cherie Lunghi as Mrs. Sappleton.

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