Beerbohm (then an undergraduate at Oxford) feels something near to reverence toward the Catholic diabolist Enoch Soames, seeing as how the man from Preston has published one book of stories and has another book of poems forthcoming, but over time, Enoch himself becomes more and more morose and unsatisfied that he shall never see his own work appreciated in future years.
—Michael Main
A hundred years hence! Think of it! If I could come back to life THEN—just for a few hours—and go to the reading-room and READ! Or, better still, if I could be projected now, at this moment, into that future, into that reading-room, just for this one afternoon! I'd sell myself body and soul to the Devil for that!

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  1. “Enoch Soames: A Memory of the Eighteen-Nineties” by Max Beerbohm, in The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, May 1916.
    2. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . written by Max Beerbohm