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BRIDESHEAD　REVISITED

THE　SACRED　AND　PROFANE　MEMORIES
OF　CAPTAIN　CHARLES　RYDER











Penguin　Books　Ltd；　Harmondsworth；　Middlesex；　England
Penguin　Books；　625　Madison　Avenue；　New　York；　New　York　10022；　U。S。A。
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First　published　by　Chapman　&　Hall　1945
Published　in　Penguin　Books　1951
Reprinted　1952；　1954；　1957；　1959
Revised　edition　first　published　by　Chapman　&　Hall　1960
Published　in　Penguin　Books　1962
Reprinted　1964；　1967；　1968；　1970；　1972；　1973；　1975；
1976；　1977；1978；　　1979；　1980　（twice）；　1981

Copyright　　1945　by　Evelyn　Waugh
All　rights　reserved

Made　and　printed　in　Great　Britain
by　Richard　Clay　（The　Chaucer　Press）　Ltd；　Bungay；　Suffolk
Set　in　Monophoto　Baskerville

AUTHOR'S　NOTE

I　am　not　I：　thou　art　not　he　or　she：
they　are　not　they
E。W。









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CONTENTS

Preface

Prologue：　　　　BRIDESHEAD　REVISITED

Book　One：　　　　ET　IN　ARCADIA　EGO

Chapter　One：　　　　I　meet　Sebastian　Flyte　…　and　Anthony　Blanche　…　I　visit　Brideshead　for　the　first　time
Chapter　Two：　　　　My　cousin　Jasper's　Grand　Remonstrance　…　a　 warning　against　charm　…　Sunday　morning　in　Oxford
Chapter　Three：　　My　father　at　home　…　Lady　Julia　Flyte
Chapter　Four：　　　　Sebastian　at　home　…　Lord　Marchmain　abroad
Chapter　Five：　　　　Autumn　in　Oxford　…　dinner　with　Rex　Mottram　and　supper　with　Boy　Mulcaster　…　Mr　Samgrass　…　Lady　Marchmain　at　home　…　Sebastian　contra　mundum
　　　　

Book　Two：　　　　　BRIDESHEAD　DESERTED

Chapter　One：　　　　Samgrass　revealed　…　I　take　leave　of　Brideshead　…　Rex　revealed
Chapter　Two：　　　Julia　and　Rex
Chapter　Three：　Mulcaster　and　I　in　defence　of　our　country　　…　 Sebastian　abroad　…　I　take　leave　of　Marchmain　House

Book　Three：　　　A　TWITCH　UPON　THE　THREAD

Chapter　One：　　　　Orphans　of　the　Storm
Chapter　Two：　　　　Private　view　…　Rex　Mottram　at　home
Chapter　Three：　　The　fountain
Chapter　Four：　　　Sebastian　contra　mundum
Chapter　Five：　　　Lord　Marchmain　at　home　…　death　in　the　Chinese　drawing…room　…　the　purpose　revealed

Epilogue：　　　　BRIDESHEAD　REVISITED


To
LAURA


PREFACE

THIS　novel；　which　is　here　re…issued　with　many　small　additions　and　some　substantial　cuts；　lost　me　such　esteem　as　I　once　enjoyed　among　my　contemporaries　and　led　me　into　an　unfamiliar　world　of　fan…mail　and　press　photographers。　Its　theme　…　the　operation　of　divine　grace　on　a　group　of　diverse　but　closely　connected　characters　…　was　perhaps　presumptuously　large；　but　I　make　no　apology　for　it。　I　am　less　happy　about　its　form；　whose　more　glaring　defects　may　be　blamed　on　the　circumstances　in　which　it　was　written。
　　　　In　December　1943　1　had　the　good　fortune　when　parachuting　to　incur　a　minor　injury　which　afforded　me　a　rest　from　military　service。　This　was　extended　by　a　sympathetic　manding　officer；　who　let　me　remain　unemployed　until　June　1944　when　the　book　was　finished。　I　wrote　with　a　zest　that　was　quite　strange　to　me　and　also　with　impatience　to　get　back　to　the　war。　It　was　a　bleak　period　of　present　privation　and　threatening　disaster　…　the　period　of　soya　beans　and　Basic　English　…　and　in　consequence　the；　book　is　infused　with　a　kind　of　gluttony；　for　food　and　wine；　for　the　splendours　of　the　recent　past；　and　for　rhetorical　and　ornamental　language；　which　now　with　a　full　stomach　I　find　distasteful。　I　have　modified　the　grosser　passages　but　have　not　obliterated　them　because　they　are　an　essential　part　of　the　book。
　　　　I　have　been　in　two　minds　as　to　the　treatment　of　Julia's　outburst　about　mortal　sin　and　Lord　Marchmain's　dying　soliloquy。　These　passages　were　never　of　course；　intended　to　report　words　actually　spoken。　They　belong　to　a　different　way　of　writing　from；　say；　the　early　scenes　between　Charles　and　his　father。　I　would　not　now　introduce　them　into　a　novel　which　elsewhere　aims　at　verisimilitude。　But　I　have　retained　them　here　in　something　near　their　original　form　because；　like　the　Burgundy　（misprinted　in　many　editions）　and　the　moonlight　they　were　essentially　of　the　mood　of　writing；　also　because　many　readers　liked　them；　though　that　is　not　a　consideration　of　first　importance。
　　　　It　was　impossible　to　foresee；　in　the　spring　of　1944；　the　present　cult　of　the　English　country　house。　It　seemed　then　that　the　ancestral　seats　which　were　our　chief　national　artistic　achievement　were　doomed　to　decay　and　spoliation　like　the　monasteries　in　the　sixteenth　century。　So　I　piled　it　on　rather；　with　passionate　sincerity。　Brideshead　today　would　be　open　to　trippers；　its　treasures　rearranged　by　expert　hands　and　the　fabric　better　maintained　than　it　was　by　Lord　Marchmain。　And　the　English　aristocracy　has　maintained　its　identity　to　a　degree　that　then　seemed　impossible。　The　advance　of　Hooper　has　been　held　up　at　several　points。　Much　of　this　book　therefore　is　a　panegyric　preached　over　an　empty　coffin。　But　it　would　be　impossible　to　bring　it　up　to　date　without　totally　destroying　it。　It　is　offered　to　a　younger　generation　of　readers　as　a　souvenir　of　the　Second　War　rather　than　of　the　twenties　or　of　the　thirties；　with　which　it　ostensibly　deals。
　　　　be　Florey　1959　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　E。W。


PROLOGUE

BRIDESHEAD　REVISITED

WHEN　I　reached　'C'　pany　lines；　which　were　at　the　top　of　the　hill；　I　paused　and　looked　back　at　the　camp；　just　ing　into　full　view　below　me　through　the　grey　mist　of　early　morning。　We　were　leaving　that　day。　When　we　marched　in；　three　months　before；　the　pjace　was　under　snow；　now　the　first　leaves　of　spring　were　unfolding。　I　had　reflected　then　that；　whatever　s　cenes　of　desolation　lay　ahead　of　us；　I　never　feared　one　more　brutal　than　this；　and　I　reflected　now　that　it　had　no　single　happy　memory　for　me。
　　　　Here　love　had　died　between　me　and　the　army。
　　　　Here　the　tram　lines　ended；　so　that　men　returning　fuddled　from　Glasgow　could　doze　in　their　seats　until　roused　by　their　journey　s　end。　There　…was　some　way　to　go　from　the　tram…stop　to　the　camp　gates　a　quarter　of　a　mile　in　which　they　could　button　their　blouses　and　straighten　their　caps　before　passing　the　guard…room；　quarter　of　a　mile　in　which　concrete　gave　place　to　grass　at　the　road's　edge。　This　was　the　extreme　limit　of　the　city。　Here　the　close；　homogeneous　territory　of　housing　estates　and　cinemas　ended　and　the　hinterland　began。
　　　　The　camp　stood　where；　until　quite　lately；　had　been　pasture　and　ploughland；　the　farmhouse　still　stood　in　a　fold　of　the　hill　and　had　served　us　for　battalion　offices；　ivy　still　supported　part　of　what　had　once　been　the　walls　of　a　fruit　garden；　half　an　acre　of　mutilated　old　trees　behind　the　wash…houses　survived　of　an　orchard。　The　place　had　been　marked　for　destruction　before　the　army　came　to　it。　Had　there　been　another　year　of　peace；　there　would　have　been　no　farmhouse；　no　wall；　no　apple　trees。　Already　5　half　a　mile　of　concrete　road　lay　between　bare　clay　banks　and　on　open　ditches　showed　where　the　municipal　contractors　had　designed　a　system　of　drainage。　Another　year　of　peace　would　have　made　the　place　part　of　the　neighbouring　suburb。　Now　the　huts　where　we　had　wintered　waited　their　turn　for　destruction。
　　　　Over　the　way；　the　subject　of　much　ironical　ment；　half　hidden　even　in　winter　by　its　embosoming　trees；　lay　the　municipal　lunatic　asylum；　whose　cast…iron　railings　and　noble　gates　put　our　rough　wire　to　shame。　We　could　watch　the　madmen；　on　clement　days；　sauntering　and　skipping　among　the　trim　gravel　walks　and　pleasantly　planted　lawns；　happy　collaborationists　who　had　given　up　the　unequal　struggle；　all　doubts　resolved；　all　duty　done；　the　undisputed　heirs…at…law　of　a　century　of　progress；　enjoying　the　heritage　at　their　ease。　As　we　marched　past；　the　men　used　to　shout　greetings　to　them　through　the　railings　…　'Keep　a　bed　warm　for　me；　chum。　I　shan't　be　long'　…　but　Hooper；　my　newest…joined　plato