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BRIDESHEAD REVISITED
THE SACRED AND PROFANE MEMORIES
OF CAPTAIN CHARLES RYDER
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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