Max

Here's an elegant self-mockery from his Yellow Book days.  (Click to embiggen.)


He knew absolutely everyone, poets and artists...













"Some Persons of 'The Nineties'"


...and loved to imagine past aesthetic coteries.













The Small Hours in the Sixties at 16, Cheyne Walk. — Algernon Reading "Anactoria" to Gabriel and William













Topsy and Ned Jones Settled on the Settle in Red Lion Square


He could be demurely impudent...

London in November, and Mr. Henry James in London



"…It was therefore, not without something of a shock that he, in this
to him so very congenial atmosphere, now perceived that a vision of the
hand which he had, at a venture, held up within an inch or so of his
eyes was, with an awful clarity being adumbrated..."




...downright malicious...

Mr Rudyard Kipling takes a bloomin' day aht, on the Blasted 'Eath, along with Brittannia, 'is gurl




...mischievous...













William Shakespeare, his method of work


...and rather naughty.













"Had Shakespeare asked me..."


Nine