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...Communist-run university. Wife Elizabeth MacLeod lives in Vermont with their son Rennie and her father-in-law. Old Mr. MacLeod, who was once adviser to the Boy Emperor (1909-12) and took a Chinese woman to wife, has gone Confucian in the saddest way. Mrs. MacLeod calls him "Baba" ("It is easier to say than Father") and he is also thoroughly gaga...
What with Baba trying to be Chinese in Vermont, and Rennie struggling to forget his ancestral Chinese quarter, Mrs. MacLeod is having quite a time of it. In a letter from Peking, husband Gerald writes that he loves her and all that, but, since the Communists dislike his non-Sinic connections, he is obliged to take another wife. The new Chinese wife also writes to Vermont ("Dear Elder Sister . . ."). Throughout, Mrs. MacLeod proves to be so quilted in sensibility as to resemble a carnivorous tea cosy...
...Most of them indulge in vices, which, if not checked, will help crime to increase unabated." But to millions of superstitious Hindus, the sadhus, good and bad, are potent miracle workers who transcend the laws of men. Three months ago, when the beardless holy man who called himself Baba Raghubaranand arrived in Mokhim-pur, established himself without a by-your-leave in the best house in the village and promptly went into a trance when its occupants asked where they themselves could now live, the Baghbhans were all too ready to believe that Ramachandra the Preserver had at last arrived...
...painful weeks between painting, Hopper's self-enforced, involuntary leisure consists largely of reading, movies (he liked Marty), wandering the streets on foot, alone and lonely as a cloud, or touring the highways with his wife. Their entertaining is confined largely to an occasional tea with baba au rhum. But one recent visitor was asked to lunch, and given hamburgers cooked over the flames of the coal stove. "I suppose I should have used the gas range," Mrs. Hopper chirped, "but it just makes a lot of grease for Eddie to clean up." For a cookbook giving the favorite...
...lovely as a dream or a fairy tale?" Her answer is as tantalizing as her question: "There is no contradiction, once you stop to think what images of beauty arise from fairy tales. They are images of money. Gold, caskets of gold, caskets of silver . . . the cave of Ali Baba stored with stolen gold and silver, the underground garden in which Aladdin found jewels growing on trees ... A wholly materialist city is nothing but a dream incarnate. Venice is the world's unconscious: a miser's glittering hoard . . . This is the spirit of the enchantment under which Venice...