Word: childing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...chariot. . . ." is for him a "cherryut," ". . . a sort of beautiful wagon because home was too far to walk ... but of course it was like a cherry too" for both are beautiful and sweet, and so is home, though ever so far away. In one remarkable scene, Rufus uses a child's sensitivity to sound to judge the context of a conversation whose words he cannot hear or understand...
...whether it is the excellent advice that "you cawn't cawn't cawn't get a good cup of tea so you have to have champagne" or the poignant historical observation that "there are absolutely no kings in France." accompanied by a shattering picture of this child Jacobin dancing her version of the carmagnole in Versailles' Hall of Mirrors. With near-genius she manages to use Paris for the special and highly logical purposes that will occur to a little girl's mind. There is the chance to go swimming in the fountain...
...face like an angel's and a satanic determination to undergo what he called "a long, immense and deliberate derangement of all the senses . . . seeking every possible experience." Rimbaud's Le Bateau ivre took Verlaine's breath away. In the cafés the "child Shakespeare" insulted every poet he met, interrupted their readings-aloud with sharp cries of "Merde!" One day he denounced a critic as an "excreter of ink." The critic took prompt revenge by noting that, at a subsequent first night, among those present was "the saturnine poet Paul Verlaine who gave...
Lord of the Wards. Verlaine did not stick to his reformed way of life. Absinthe and syphilis drove him into a public hospital, where he "was looked after like a child [and] had absolutely no responsibility." This being the condition he had always sought, Verlaine developed a passion for hospitals. Propped up on pillows, he "wrote his way through reams of hospital paper, pouring out poems, prose [and] presided in state over all the affairs of the ward." Young poets and admirers came daily to his bedside, listened rapturously while the Master, his hospital nightcap jauntily askew, recited his poems...
Whom He? In Grosse Pointe, Mich., offering "reasonable rates," a Mr. Erickson appealed to parents through an ad in the News: "If you are not satisfied with your child's progress in school, why not have he or she tutored by an experienced teacher recommended by the Detroit Board of Education...