TY  - BOOK
AU  - Montiaigne, Michel de
AU  - Bacon, Francis
AU  - Defoe, Daniel
AU  - Swift, Jonathan
AU  - Hazlitt, William
AU  - Lamb, Charles
AU  - Mill, John Stuart
AU  - Hunt, Leigh
AU  - Shelley, Bysshe Percy
AU  - Emerson, Ralph Waldo
AU  - Macaulay, Thomas Babington
AU  - Poe, Edgar Allen
AU  - Carlyle, Thomas
AU  - Sainte-Beuve, Charles Augustin
AU  - Eliot, George
AU  - Addison, Joseph
AU  - Wake, Charles Staniland
AU  - Wilde, Oscar
AU  - Martin, Edward Sandford
AU  - Howells, William Dean
AU  - Twain, Mark
AU  - Stevenson, Robert Louis
AU  - Roosevelt, Theodore
AU  - Freud, Sigmund
AU  - Russel, Bertrand
AU  - Morley, Christopher
AU  - White, Stewart Edward
AU  - Saintsbury, George
AU  - Osler, William
AU  - Chesterton, G K
AU  - Tagore, Rabindranath
AU  - Woolf, Virginia
AU  - Orwell, George
AU  - Benson, Arthur
TI  - 50 world's greatest essays
SN  - 9789388144339
AV  - PN6010-6790 
U1  - 808.83 
PY  - 2022///
CY  - New Delhi
PB  - Prakash Books
KW  - Essays
N2  - From self-expression and personal discoveries to revelations and diatribes, essays have been thought-provoking, educating, informing and even entertaining us for more than four hundred years. And the diversity of the subjects this art has covered is boundless loving, hating, self-reliance, prudence, witches, liars and even poetry and writing. The literary canon abounds with innumerable essays. Out of this, we bring to you fifty carefully chosen, remarkable and insightful masterpieces to rekindle your appreciation of this art form, such as The Death of the Moth by Virginia Woolf, Of Liars by Michel de Montaigne, Of Love by Francis Bacon, Silly Novels by Lady Novelists by George Eliot, Friendship by Joseph Addison and many more. An essay is a thing which someone does himself; and the point of the essay is not the subject, . . . but the charm of personality. Arthur Benson, The Art of the Essayist All writers are vain, selfish and lazy and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. George Orwell, Why I Write The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Virginia Woolf, The Death of the Moth. - Amazon
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