Word: caitiff
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...meets a mysterious stranger in a black business suit. This is the Button Molder (Walter Atamaniuk), who tells him he is to be melted down as "damaged goods" and recast with "the mass of humanity." Essentially, the Button Molder likens Peer to those whom Dante consigned to Limbo: "That caitiff choir of the angels, who were not rebellious, nor were faithful to God; but were for themselves." Peer flees to the mountain hut where Solveig, ever faithful and now blind, cradles him in her arms. But neither Ciulei's direction nor Fiorenzo Carpi's astringent dissonant music makes...
...time, plague was in the air, and the death of kings implied an unimaginable catastrophe. Racism and superstition prevailed. Occupations that are now obsolete dot his plays: cooper, wheelwright, alchemist, bellman. His language glitters with marvelous words that have, alas, also become obsolete: porpentine (porcupine); swound (faint); german (akin); caitiff (wretch); borthens (the hair of corpses); grise (a stair); bisson (blind). However immortal, Shakespeare, no less than Aristophanes or Mozart, needs his modern interpreters...
...Caitiff Angels. The least resentful of all Lucky Jims, Kingsley Amis follows Voltaire's advice and cultivates his own garden behind the sprawling ten-room house in Swansea, Wales, where he lives with his blonde wife Hilary and two sons and a daughter, all three under ten. He is a lecturer in English at the University College of Swansea, dislikes London literary society, likes jazz, Guinness stout, science fiction, cricket and Rugby matches, and making faces like Lucky Jim at parties...
Virgil: "Who are these that seem so overcome with pain?" And Virgil answers: "This miserable mode the dreary souls of those sustain, who lived without blame, and without praise. They are mixed with that caitiff choir of the angels, who were not rebellious, nor were faithful to God; but were for themselves...
...sunrise would not have astonished him"). But Author Norris writes with more love of buildings than of people. Rhapsodies to the 20-story "thing of beauty" created by Jeff Hanes run murmurously through the book, and the Tower, though defaced by the years and its occupants, never becomes as caitiff or craven as the people who live from its earnings. Sometimes the book's human characters seem as lifeless as statuary against the soaring and vital affirmations built from steel and concrete...