Word: corks
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...farm and mining equipment, told the story again in his book (TIME, Feb. 20). Bernstein, an amateur hypnotist, had put Housewife Tighe, who uses the name Ruth Simmons to avoid publicity, into a trance in which she conjured up an earlier incarnation as Bridey, a redheaded lass born in Cork. What made the story chillingly persuasive was the mass of circumstantial detail about people, places and customs that Mrs. Tighe recounted in a brogue and in words that seemed utterly foreign to her. $25 an Existence. In two months Bernstein's book shot through eight printings...
...discrepancies. Bridey described her metal bed in 1804, but Irish authorities said that metal beds did not arrive in Ireland until 1850. Bridey's father's first name was Duncan, a Scottish name that the Irish found utterly incongruous with Murphy. Bridey had spoken of living in Cork in a wooden house, but the houses in that boggy part of the country were almost invariably made of stone. She had spoken of Cork as a "town" and "village," but it was a big city in the 1800s...
Through hypnotism he learned that Ruth Simmons (1923- ) of Pueblo, Colorado was, in her previous life, Bridey Murphy (1798-1864) of Cork, Ireland. Before that she had died while still a baby in New Amsterdam--the thing has endless possibilities! After his hypnotic sessions with Miss Simmons, Bernstein was persuaded to write it all up. He has not done badly by the enterprise; in seven weeks The Search for Bridey Murphy has climbed to the top of The New York Times booklist...
...newspaperman from Denver was being interviewed here in connection with his recent visit to "locate" the birthplace etc. of Bridey. He had visited Cork and Belfast and appreciated the tremendous help given him by the local people throughout, though he said they were "laughing up their sleeves" at his research...
...With Cork on the Walls. "I talk about MY book as though I were never to write another," Proust wrote when he was working on Jean Santeuil. In a way, Proust was right. Jean Santeuil is primarily the trial run of Remembrance of Things Past. In it can be seen the fascinating spectacle of the great man growing in embryo-groping in the dark, exerting limbs that are still too frail to be usable, making movements that are uncertain and un controlled. Twenty years were to pass before Proust brought these beginnings to maturity (he died in 1922, before...