Word: brewing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Returning to earth, Joe King's "G-A" at 190 Third Avenue is tops for inexpensive German-American food, thick brew and community singing. Lum Fong has got it if you are looking for real stuff in Chinese food, while Sallo de Champagne, 135 MacDougal St. in the Village offers comfortable couchs to sit and relax on. It has a truly unique atmosphere, and serves terrific wines and champagnes...
...Tempest, for instance, the plot is the tired old story about a nobleman, bilked of his estates, who takes refuge on a distant island, and mild revenge on his enemies when they are shipwrecked there. Yet in this common vessel, Shakespeare stirred a wizard's brew of steaming language and the rich juice of 30 years' experience; the mixture mulled, at the last stir of the action, into a fine philosophical poem...
Taking the same old pot from Shakespeare's rack, British Novelist Rumer Godden has cooked up a fresh batch of literature in it. As readers of her earlier novels (Black Narcissus, A Candle for St. Jude) may expect, the Godden brew is not much more than cambric tea, and though its prose has a refreshing bouquet and its flavor of idyl is cut by lemon slices of irony, the book is still a Tempest in a teapot. Author Godden gracefully recognizes the fact by calling her novel not a Tempest but A Breath...
Bryan's work during his 24 years on the faculty dealt with various phases of those fields that are represented by the guest speakers: Marland P. Billings '23, professor of Geology, John O. Brew, Peabody Professor of American Archaeology, Kirtley F. Mather, professor of Geology, Hallam L. Movius '02, associate professor of Anthropology, Hugh M. Raup, professor of Botany, and Derwent S. Whittlesey, professor of Geography...
...Along with a doleful Caliban and a tumultuous Hercules Slaying the Hydra, he drew such fantasies as an orchestra of flatulent beasts, which must have seemed capricious and vulgar to all but his best friends. Yet, says Grigson, Fuseli and Mortimer "drank to different depths out of the same brew and looked together into the abyss. Mortimer [like Fuseli] wildly, demoniacally, lit up, the eyes, accentuated them in shade, filled them with the gleam of interior flame and power...