I may not boast that any beside myself have so realized the place, and the people, and the facts, as to make such reminiscences possible as those which I should attempt to evoke by an appeal to perfect fellowship. I may not venture to say to him that, in this county, he and I together have wandered often through the country lanes, and have ridden together over the too-well wooded fields, or have stood together in the cathedral nave listening to the peals of the organ, or have together sat at good men’s tables, or have confronted together the angry pride of men who were not good. I have always felt a strong connection with Trollope, and that sentence summed up everything I felt about our companionship, and my love for his novels.Īnd now, if the reader will allow me to seize him affectionately by the arm, we will together take our last farewell of Barset and of the towers of Barchester.

It was as if Anthony had read my mind, and was speaking to me from the grave. When I read the line, ‘And now, if the reader will allow me to seize him affectionately by the arm, we will together take our last farewell of Barset and of the towers of Barchester’ I promptly burst into tears. I had spent six months reading all the Palliser and Barsetshire novels, one after the other, and was feeling quite emotional as I reached the last and final page.

The last chronicle of barset