The Descent of Merritt Cassius Moore

ATTENTION ALL THOUGHTFUL BIBLIOPHILES — Read This Epistle Lest Ye Be Damned — — A bona-fide Testimony of murder, profit and industry — THE DESCENT OF MERRITT CASSIUS MOORE Told in three contiguous volumes—The Testimony of I) Mercy Moore [the mother], II) Merritt Moore [the son], & III) Priest Edmund Harding Mather [the witness]—The Descent of Merritt Cassius Moore is an apocryphal account of one industrialist's fantastical rise to fortune and power and his subsequent descent into Dantean hell. This stark and haunting tale—commencing in Manchester, England, coursing through the back-alleys of London’s East-end, and terminating in places unknown within the United States—is a modern classic written in the spirit of Frankenstein, the Midas Myth, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and The Portrait of Dorian Gray. This is a parable of selfishness. "Where the sun shall rise, there shall I follow; when the sun shall set, there will I reign." — M. Scott Natale EXCERPTS FROM VOLUME I: — "Not only did I allow a diversion of objective between two professionals, I permitted the final breach of existing decorum between a man and a woman." — "I only intended to extend a white flag of amity, be it accepted upon the sighs of forgiveness or left fluttering in the winds of rebuff." — "Besides the milk I expressed, I gave little else. I felt as if I was nothing more than a Suffolk Dun beast of burden lumbering about in a neighbouring pasture." EXCERPTS FROM VOLUME II: — "Weathered though the walrus be, Titus couldn’t have delivered ripostes to the better part of these queries should he have lived one thousand years. This only served to clam him up still further and frustrate me to no good end. Having learned a thing or two from Almond Brown, I, too, decided to go about eliciting a reaction by a more devious plotting. While the appeal of charm may win hearts, the efficacy of coercion riles stubborn, old men from their habits and ways. A man’s amity, in short, proves the pearl of his ire." — "The weeks ambled headlong into months, and the months saved up shillings enough to procure a year. I sprouted as would any errant weed in an ill-tended garden. With maturity comes wisdom and experience, I grant, but I came to observe a host of corporal phenomenon more often associated with the convalesce of grey-haired maturity than the hardships of gangly adolescence." — "When it could be said that I had indeed renounced my British citizenry by losing all account of the hour…" EXCERPT FROM VOLUME III: — "As was my tendency and custom, I favored taking long strolls along the Digbeth Branch Canal. This charming water course—with its untidy sprinkles of native wildflowers, residing shires of teasels, nettles, honeysuckles, brambles, and robins to name just a few of its charming inhabitants; all overseen by the mighty Trafalgar Oak sentinel—was but minutes from my lodgings, located amid the City Center and Newtown districts. I preferred the solitude of early mornings before the sun rose and after it subsequently set. This ritual and routine was as comforting to my mind and psyche as it was invigorating to the welfare of my mortal coil."
ASIN: 0998983446
VSKU: BVV.0998983446.G
Condition: Good
Author/Artist:Natale, M. Scott
Binding: Paperback
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