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When a Roman emperor or general returned to the city after a great victory and was awarded a triumph, he passed among the populace wearing a hero's chaplet, surrounded by his soldiers, his booty and his captives. Lest he be made drunk by glory and the cheers of the citizens, he was sometimes provided with a slave who accompanied him in the ceremonies and whispered into his ear, "Remember, you are mortal...
Lamas & Top Hats. At his side one of the world's two American-born reigning princesses* became Sikkim's Queen. Ex-New Yorker Hope Cooke (Sarah Lawrence '63) became Her Highness Hope Namgyal, Gyalmo (Queen) of Sikkim. She wore a pearl chaplet, a red bhakku over a white silk gown, and high-heeled shoes for the occasion. Her vast hazel eyes downcast, she whispered "Thank you, thank you," as a parade of lamas and top-hatted guests pressed forward to present the royal couple with cards marked with mystic symbols and heaps of white scarves for good...
...picked for the deanery in 1931 by his friend, Laborite Ramsay MacDonald. When the "Red Dean" earned his first notoriety as a mere pink, nobody minded too much. Like a well-cast stock actor clothed in Episcopal gaiters, his shining pate tonsured by nature and surrounded by a chaplet of purest white hair, Dr. Johnson looked the very picture of pious benignity, and his mildly leftish pronouncements were not too unfashionable at the time. The dean let it be known that he had started life as a mill hand at 13 shillings a week. He never bothered to tell them...
...Carlton Gardens (now a heap of blitzed rubble). The Cavendishes rank well up among the "twelve families that own England." Their coat of arms: sable, three bucks' heads cabossed argent with a crest of a serpent nowed proper and two bucks, each wreathed round the neck with a chaplet of roses, argent and azure, as supporters. The Cavendish motto: Cavendo Tutus, Secure by Caution...
...with considerable hauteur, Eliot professed himself an Anglo-Catholic, a royalist and a classicist, and the chaplet of lyrics (Ash Wednesday) which celebrated his conversion remains the most richly beautiful of his poems. In the '30s, taking hints in diction from his brilliant junior W.H. Auden, he wrote the poetic dramas Murder in the Cathedral and Family Reunion. Now, at an age (54) when the talent of many good poets is dead and buried, he publishes the harvest of his last seven years, these four "quartets." Of all his poems they are the most stripped, the least obviously allusive...