Word: brighton
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...discussed his bill with members of the committee on metropolitan affairs, who have agreed that increased traffic which will be attracted to the Cambridge side of the river, by the construction of the Cottage Farm bridge overpass, will necessitate the circle at the Larz Anderson bridge, for traffic towards Brighton and Newton...
...predecessors. Her pet targets are Arnold Bennett, H. G. Wells, and John Galsworthy, whom she considers hopeless materialists, blind guides of their misled generation. Heaven, to one of Arnold Bennett's characters, she has said, would be "an eternity of bliss spent in the very best hotel in Brighton." (Bennett's characteristic retort was that Virginia Woolf's novels "seriously lack vitality.") And of H. G. Wells: "What more damaging criticism can there be both of his earth and of his Heaven than that they are to be inhabited here and hereafter by his Joans...
Part of their honeymoon was spent at Brighton, where, with a "princely gesture," Bridegroom Clayton rented the public swimming baths for two days for their private use, so that he and his bride might swim there naked. The honeymoon over, they settled down to the life of travel, houseparties, "seasons" in London, the routine existence of their English set. After two years of marriage, Elinor found that Romance had flown. When she indignantly reported to Clayton that one of his friends had kissed her, he simply smiled. Elinor says she had plenty of opportunity to make him laugh...
...great catastrophe was in the offing, after all. At 6:30, when the blast had been going forty-five minutes, a phone call to the Cambridge police evoked the information that the noise "was just some engineer's locomotive whistle over in Brighton that's got stuck." Promptly at 6:32 o'clock it apologetically stopped...
When Harriette left her father she ran off with young Lord Craven to Brighton. A dull, contented young man, Craven was interested only in his experiments with cocoa trees and with his military instructions, constantly expounded both to amuse his young mistress. "It was, in fact," she recalled later, "a dead bore." She did not deceive Craven, although she often thought of it. "How, indeed, could I do otherwise, when the Honorable Frederick Lamb was my constant visitor, and talked to me of nothing else?" The Honorable Frederick was Craven's closest friend. "I firmly believe," Harriette wrote, "that...