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...fifteenth century in music was one of those periods found in all the arts when the conflicting and chaotic principles of a previous era are becoming crystalized and unified so as to become powerful to rise to great heights in the succeeding generations. It was a century when the colorful troubadours and trouveres of the twelve and thirteen hundreds were gradually ceasing, with the disappearance of cortoisie, to sing their love songs throughout the country-side. Little by little their unwritten tunes were assuming a style which at least is intelligible to the modern...
...exasperated critic notwithstanding, there was really a great deal to see besides bedroom ladies, some 3,500 works in all-processions, cavalcades, crosses, St. Anthony in a dozen poses, cardinals, heroes, canals, churches, inscrutable dishes of fruit, chaotic spasms of pigment labeled "Mood," "Flight" and other rapt generalizations. . . . There was a sturdy young Russian landscapist who has been studying of late years at the Philadelphia Academy, Captain Vladimir Perfiliev, erstwhile of the Don Cossacks. He had painted the grim mountains of Montenegro and the bright Balkans beyond, and if you went with him to his studio he had some very...
...Sport of Kings. Ian Hay (Beith) is not now so well known as he was during the War. His battle writings roused interest in his novels; his lectures spread the advertisement. Of late he has withdrawn somewhat from the general consciousness. He returns with a chaotic farce about betting on horse races. It is not likely to add to his repute...
...purity of the Greeks and to have infused into it a pagan breath of strength and wild disorder. Which serves very well as blurb, and which, strangely enough, is very true. There is none of of the unfinished effect of Rodin, none of the power created by blocks of chaotic stone, but a curious similarity, none the less, in treatment. The little terra cotta statuettes are worth much more than a passing glance...
That is the prehistory of the story's chaotic opening at his base camp in Rouen. He is seen as a tireless, compassionate company commander, faithfully inspecting his men's feet and toothbrushes, writing their complicated little wills, guarding them from and for their women. Through labyrinths of official tape, thickets of superior and subordinate officers' personalities, swamps of physical obstacles, weather, food, transportation, equipment, his mind and nerves are shown maintaining their stability, and threading at the same time the dark jungles of his own inward life. Over all is the shadow of the major obscenity in the trenches...