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...religiosity. A painting like Sandford Gifford's Kauterskill Falls, 1862, with its vast panorama of woods dissolving in gold light, is a visual counterpart to Emerson's ecstasies in the forest three dec ades earlier: "1 become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the cur rents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel...
...became Santa Fe's Johnny Appleseed, importing shade trees, fruits and vegetables, which he shared with the en tire countryside. He cultivated the arts as well: diocesan schools taught not only languages, history and mathematics but also music as a regular part of the cur riculum. He even sponsored material progress: when the railroad threatened to bypass Santa Fe, Lamy joined a group to raise capital for a spur...
...ministers. "It is dreadfully difficult to trust in God as I should," he wrote when Churchill took over the War Ministry himself rather than offering it to him. Increasingly frustrated by his view from the sidelines, Reith worked out his rage toward Churchill in a string of scribbled epithets ("cur," "coward," "loathsome cad," "blasted thug") and capped it with a curse: "To hell and torture with Churchill and all the lousy swine of politicians and civil servants...
...both. But he did produce one of the great sexual images of the 18th century with The Night mare (1781). The painting ought not to work. It is too literal, too obvious. Its spectral horse with Ping Pong ball eyes puffs and blows through a fold in the cur tain, and the goblin looks like an irri table Irish dwarf. It is, in fact, the kind of painting that seems merely an aggressive pantomime in a post-psychological culture like ours. Yet nearly 200 years after it was painted, one cannot help ad miring the symbolizing effort that went into...
...Yorker itself? Well, as George Orwell aptly observed: "At 50 one has the face one deserves." The cur rent golden-anniversary issue once again exhibits the profile of Eustace Tilley. But it is no longer the true face of the magazine. Another visage somehow hovers behind the columns, a face no longer young but not old, a wise, ironic face that has learned to tell a joke as well as take one; a face that can turn grim, be cause contemporary distress can no longer be answered with a riposte; a face that has resolved its youthful conflict...