Word: deserted
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...midnight hours while the S. S. Dumbea swelters through the tropic heat of the Suez Canal, two sweat-drenched passengers turn in their steamer-chairs, begin to talk. One is a U. S. scientist, Joel, the other an Anglican missionary priest. As befits the steaming trough, bordered by desert horizons, in which they find themselves, their talk treats of life's early beginnings, Man's ends and possible...
...Author. Critic Van Wyck Brooks, born in Plainfield, N. J. in 1886, since his graduation from Harvard has been associated with the Doubleday, Page and Century publishing houses; has associate-edited The Freeman and the first American Caravan. Ill health forced him to desert the Caravan. He lives with his wife and two sons in Westport, Conn. Generally conceded one of America's few serious critics, Critic Brooks takes as the theme of all his work the peculiar opportunities and disabilities of U. S. literati. Of his study of Emerson, he says: "What I wished to convey was a convincing...
Life, a hawk hanging in California's stainless sky, stares down on Life, a ground-squirrel crouching on California's sun-bleached desert hills. When the squirrel begins to tremble, when the trembling reaches the marrow of his consciousness, the hawk swoops. After stripping off the flesh, he cracks the bones, sucks the trembling conscious marrow out. Fed with consciousness, his essential bread, the hawk returns to the stainless sky, hangs waiting for the ground-squirrel's son, their sons, their sons...
...runs off with Thurso's friend, Rick Armstrong, and hides successfully for a year. When Thurso tracks her down she goes off with him quickly, to save a meeting between, him and her lover. On the way home Thurso pretends to break down the car, waits in the desert for Armstrong's pursuit. But Armstrong does not pursue; all Thurso can kill is a lizard that rambles...
...Jeffers of Cawdor and Other Poems] to plant trees or lay foundation stones, is full of Indian eavings, seashells and flint scrapers. . . . Not only generations but races too drizzle away so fast, one wonders the more urgently what it is for. . . ." Poet Jeffers has already shown how, against the desert western American landscape, the characters of his imagination, impelled by Greekish lusts, drizzle themselves away. In Thurso's Landing he writes his most native American, least Greekish tragedy, leaving sexual perversion almost entirely out. Its terrors are more Amerindian than Greek ?the terrors of a diminishing race under Nature...