Bladesover

The old order, in Mr. Wells 'language, is called the Bladesover System,

Personality in Literature Rolfe Arnold Scott-James

And he finds in this uncle, whose name is soon to become a household word throughout the country, a veritable embodiment of the new spirit which is invading the Bladesover system and altering England.

Personality in Literature Rolfe Arnold Scott-James

It is a "great, stupid giantess," a "city of Bladesover ... parasitically occupied, insidiously replaced by alien, unsympathetic, and irresponsible elements."

Personality in Literature Rolfe Arnold Scott-James

Thence he is taken to the house of his uncle Ponderevo, chemist, of Wimblehurst, a small town dominated, like Bladesover, by the landed gentry tradition.

Personality in Literature Rolfe Arnold Scott-James

None of these classes have ideas of what they ought to be, or fit in any legitimate way into the Bladesover theory that dominates our minds.

Personality in Literature Rolfe Arnold Scott-James

Bladesover being the house where "I," George Ponderevo, the housekeeper's son -- one of the many incarnations of the author himself -- was born, brought up, and acquired his first impressions of life.

Personality in Literature Rolfe Arnold Scott-James

I said at the outset of my first book that I find in Bladesover the clue to all England.

Tono Bungay 1906

The nearer I drew to Bladesover, the more doubtful I grew of the duality of my reception, and the more I regretted that alternative.

Tono Bungay 1906

Now that the humiliation of my failure at Bladesover was past for her, now that she had a little got over her first intense repugnance at this resort to my uncle and contrived something that seemed like a possible provision for my future, the tenderness natural to a parting far more significant than any of our previous partings crept into her manner.

Tono Bungay 1906

The chairs and sofa were covered with chintz which gave it a dim, remote flavour of Bladesover; the mantel, the cornice, the gas pendant were larger and finer than the sort of thing I had grown accustomed to in London.

Tono Bungay 1906