Word: anjou
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...novel is undoubtedly Sade-but-true. More debatable is the book's claim that Marshal de Rais was not entirely a monster, but "the magnified and distorted image of everyman." Everyman? De Rais, whose atrocities many believe to be the inspiration for the Bluebeard legend, became overlord of Anjou at the age of 13, a marshal of France at 26, and he never betrayed a friend. Once, when his loyal soldiers were helping him destroy the evidence by throwing 46 rotting bodies on the flames, Gilles de Rais, in this version of the story, actually sat down and asked...
...newspaper sales by 10%, virtually ensures a 40% boost in business for cafes and shops lucky enough to be located along the route. And it is as punishing as it is popular. This year's 2,570-mile Tour started northward from Paris into Belgium, doubled back through Anjou and Aquitaine to the Pyrenees, swung straight across the south of France, then cut back across the Alps to Paris. On the flat, racers had to average 25 m.p.h. just to keep up, in the mountains, the thin air cruelly strained their lungs, and hazards lurked around each hairpin turn...
...considered the best drummer around. He conceals his reasons for leaving behind a smile of wellbeing, and of all the Americans in Europe, Clarke is by far the most successful. He has a pavilion outside Paris (where he spends his Sundays gardening), a taste for rosé d'Anjou, a Dutch wife and an English car, and next fall he will take up a post as Musiklehrer at the Folkwangschule in Essen, where he will teach a course in something like philosophy of drumming. He tours everywhere and vacations on the Côte d'Azur...
...sooner was he out again than he started producing more cartoons for another magazine. In 1846, at the age of 38, he married a young seamstress and settled down in an apartment on the Quai d'Anjou. There, in a bare attic studio, using crayons until they were so worn that he could no longer hold them, and whistling the latest music-hall tunes, Daumier turned out lithographs of arrogant aristocrats, greedy landlords, sour-faced men and nagging wives, sinister lawyers and pompous judges. In one scene, a judge says to a half-starved prisoner: "So you were hungry...