Word: celtic
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Faolain (pronounced O'Fay-lawn), a great test of the Irish came in the Middle Ages when Ireland tried to graft monastic learning on to the old Celtic sense of the supernatural. For a while Ireland seemed to be evolving a great world culture-what Arnold Toynbee has called the "abortive western Celtic civilization." The new culture languished (because, O'Faolain makes plain, the Irish Celts were and always have been recalcitrant to the point of laziness), though the wild memory of it persisted, caught in such songs as Yeats...
...faculty members move up a notch in the University ranks this week, with the appointment of Sterling Dow '25 to the John E. Hudson Professorship of Archeology, and Kenneth H. Jackson to professor of Celtic...
...Little Brat." Bevan was born 51 years ago in the Welsh hills which are slag-pocked and crumpled like a tattered old flannel blanket. The names of his brothers & sisters sounded like a Celtic fairy tale-Blodwyn, Myfanwy, Arianwen, lorwerth. There was nothing romantic about the Bevans' tiny four-room house with its sanded floor. "There were never less than seven of us in the house, and an invalid relative occupied one room," recalls Bevan, now the King's minister in charge of housing. He was an avid reader. As he trudged along Tredegar's streets...
Unchastened, Bevan put a restless foot back in his nimble mouth. Opening a maternity hospital at Holyhead, he said that men of Celtic fire were needed to bring about great reforms like the new health service. That was why, he explained, Welshmen were put in charge instead of "the bovine and phlegmatic Anglo-Saxons." How Bevan's Labor associates, including Anglo-Saxons Attlee, Morrison and Bevin, liked that one was not revealed. Unphlegmatic Anglo-Saxon Winston Churchill, however, put his head down and charged. Said he: "We speak of the Minister of Health-but ought we not rather...
...past-an Ireland in which everyone is so busy acting a part that no one acts. All swift scenes and no sustained story, it flares up brightly one moment, falls flat the next, and its expressionism seems dated as often as daring. But the play has much Celtic freshness of language, and the smoothness born of playing it many times...