Word: coverlets
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...with such politeness that many people may put down this little book without fully realizing what a deadly kick in the teeth of western culture it is meant to be. If culture is what Eliot says it is, and can be nothing else, then it is plucking at the coverlet in Britain and virtually dead everywhere else, including the U.S. But this is exactly what Eliot's Notes says-that another Dark Ages is just around the corner...
...worn clapboard cabin, the 113-year-old black body of Uncle Row Adams lay very still beneath the patchwork coverlet. Over his bed, his tall silk stovepipe hat hung on a peg in the wall. Through the dusty windows, his daughter Ella could catch glimpses of the worn-out Texas land. She wrote laboriously: "Sir. This to say Popa offi low. Now he done stop eating ennything, wont nothing and no one. I am riting let you no he no good. He might be living when you get hear and then he might not." A few hours later, when...
Foraging ants found the milk drippings, scurried back to the ant hill with the tidings. When Mrs. Patrick returned from the tomato patch, the crib, the coverlet, Harold's head were a rusty-red quiver. The baby was unconscious. Doctors thought that he might recover from the ant-bite poison (formic acid). But the red ants, like the all-devouring soldier ants which terrorize tropical Asia, had nipped the sight from...
...help her husband cultivate the vines. Unobserved by the Patricks, shack-living tenant farmers of Bells, Tenn., when they placed the child's crib on the ground, was a red ant hill. Nor did Mother Patrick notice that her son's milk bottle was leaking on the coverlet, dripping to the ground...
...fate pursues Ingunn and her master. In righteous wrath Olav had secretly killed Ingunn's lover, but nevertheless married Ingunn to love and cherish her. "Now at last they were safely together. He passed his hand over her shoulder and arm?it was cool and soft as silk; the coverlet had slipped down. He drew it up, bending over her with caresses, and she replied from her drowsiness with little sleepy words of endearment, like a bird twittering on its nightly perch. But his heart was wakeful and easily scared? it started like a bird that flies up. . . ." The horror...