chapter  XV
THE LIFE OF A FILM
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THE subject for this chapter came into my head as,

looking out of my study window, I beheld the pathetic

picture of a poor, dilapidated, worn-out caricature of

a horse panting and blowing after he had dragged up

the hill a ramshackle, disreputable old landau in

which the family washing is returned by the laundress.

This visitation takes place once a week; that is to