Debts of Honor: The Literary Masterpiece by The Hungarian Revolutionary.
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Mór Jókai, born Móric Jókay (1825-1904), outside Hungary also known as Maurus Jókai, was a Hungarian dramatist and novelist. On the re-establishment of the Hungarian constitution by the Composition of 1867, he took an active part in politics. As a constant supporter of the Tisza administration, not only in parliament, where he sat continuously for more than twenty years, but also as the editor of the government organ, Hon, founded by him in 1863, he became a power in the state, and, though he never took office himself, frequently extricated the government from difficult places. He was an arch romantic, with an almost Oriental imagination, and humor of the purest, rarest description. He continued to devote most of his time to literature, and his productiveness after 1870 was stupendous, amounting to some hundreds of volumes. Stranger still, none of this work is “slapdash,†and the best of it deserves to endure.
Debts of Honor is considered by many of Jokai's countrymen to be his masterpiece. Among his approximately 200 novels, his most recognized titles are Timar's Two Worlds, Black Diamonds, and The Romance of the Coming Century.
CONTENTS I. The Journal of Desiderius II. The Girl Substitute III. My Right Honorable Uncle. The Atheist and the Hypocrite. The Wild-Creature's Haunt VI. Fruits Prematurely Ripe VII. The Secret Writings VIII. The End of the Beginning IX. Aged at Seventeen X. I and the Demon. "Parole d'Honneur" XII. A Glance into a Pistol Barrel XIII. Which Will Convert the Other XIV. Two Girls XV. If He Loves, then Let Him Love XVI. That Ring XVII. The Yellow-robed Woman in the Cards XVIII. The Finger-post of Death XIX. Fanny XX. The Fatal Day! XXI. That Letter XXII. The Unconscious Phantom XXIII. The Day of Gladness XXIV. The Mad Jest XXV. While the Music Sounds XXVI. The Enchantment of Love XXVII. When the Nightingale Sings XXVIII. The Night Struggle XXIX. The Spider in the Corner XXX. I Believe...! XXXI. The Bridal Feast XXXII. When We Had Grown Old

