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...family eat and sleep in the house nearby, built also of sea boulders, but shaped after an old Tudor barn in Surrey which Mrs. Jeffers once admired. In the one-room attic the family sleep; downstairs they live their quiet family life. They have no telephone, no electric lights, no servants, but they entertain a few friends now & then. Poet Jeffers chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good deathbed . . . when the patient daemon behind the screen of sea-rock and sky thumps with his staff, and calls thrice: "Come Jeffers...
...adventures in childish asceticism, giving away all his toys, pricking his cheeks with oleander leaves, ended when his father made him give some strips of his skin to graft on a peasant's arm. From the family attic he stole a mummified arm, scared a schoolboy into fits with it. Childhood came to an end when he was sent off to learn from a priest. On his way home after the interview he passed a dead willow, with a hollow branch that looked like a snake's head. Into the hollow he stuck the contents of his pockets...
...Hicks House on Boylston Street, that he is first taken. Connected with the main quadrangle by a flagrantly pea-green covered passage, the Library fills all three floors of the attractive colonial farm-house. Here a man can climb with his book up to the low-ceilinged attic rooms and can taste the joy of seclusion before an open-fire. With all its charm there are natural inconveniences, and perhaps for ordinary table-studying the other House libraries are better equipped. The selection of books reflects the predominance of Economics, Romance Languages, and English specialists in the personnel...
...sorry times indeed when the nitred vaults for lack of love must be thrown open and the choicest vintage blazoned on bill boards. But perhaps before the exquisite measures of learned Flaccus die completely from the ears of men, there will be a new Renaissance which will save the attic treasures without resort to abasing vulgarity...
...Salisbury farm. They took Farmer Salisbury upstairs with them, knocked out the windows, started firing on the posse of soldiers and prison guards who soon surrounded the frame farmhouse. Discomforted by the lead which buzzed and whined about him, old Farmer Salisbury climbed up to the attic. Peeping over a window ledge, he waved his handkerchief at the besiegers for recognition. Much to his surprise, two slugs instantly whistled through his flag of truce. After a while the posse's fire was no longer returned. It was then found that Prisoner Green had shot his comrades and himself when...