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...Baxter, tingting, looked, tingting, at tingting, the tingting, clock, ting-ting." Random thoughts churned around in Baxter's stream of consciousness like rampaging underwear in an electric washing machine. "Goddamn you, Archibald Mac-Leish!" he thought: "And you, Dos Passes ... So Hitler must be stopped? . . . Oh, but-and-oh, but-what're yuh doin'? . . . Oh, the lousy lousy lousy LOUSY mess! Why isn't it 1922 instead of 1942? And I-twenty-two, walking through the Tuiler-o-o-o with a copy of Ulysses . . ." And where was Lisa, murmuring with her "pink-lipped, delible pout...
...Archibald MacLeish...
...only schoolbook that ever baffled him was Quackenbos' Principles of Rhetoric. No matter how he struggled, young Archibald Henderson of Salisbury, N.C. could not understand it. Finally one day his teacher blew up, slammed the Principles shut, threw the book at Henderson, and sent him from his classroom forever. "In Quackenbos," recalls Archibald Henderson, "I met my master...
Sesquipedalian Words. Last week, U.S. readers could find out a good deal more about the panjandrum. A group of scholars, critics and historians had written sketches and tributes for a book about him (Archibald Henderson: The New Crichton, edited by Samuel Stevens Hood; Beechhurst Press; $5). Among the contributors were the late Historian Charles A. Beard, Novelist Betty Smith, and the university's ex-president (now U.S. Senator), Frank Porter Graham. Each took a different phase of the Henderson chronicle...
...biographies of Mark Twain, a 500,000-word history of his state, and a recondite mathematics treatise, "The Derivation of the Brianchon Configuration for Two Spatial Point-Triads." Once, two universities (Oklahoma and Tulsa) offered him presidencies in the course of a single evening. Moronic Camels. Despite such offers, Archibald Henderson seldom left Chapel Hill for long. Neighbors became accustomed to "The Genius," bounding down to the post office in the morning, or sitting on his porch sipping ginger ale. To them he was a scholarly squire, always ready with a merry bit of gossip, and a fresh flower...