Word: doctorates
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Then, in the glare of the television lights, a doctor stepped into the bucket and was lowered into the shaft. A few minutes later, the announcement came at last over the loudspeaker: "Kathy is dead and apparently has been dead since she was last heard speaking." Kathy's body had been found just below the tunneled opening. Her knees were wedged against her chest. Kathy had fallen into a coma, and then died because her cramped body could not get enough oxygen. There was no pain in her face...
...doctor asked the crowd to leave. As the last figures disappeared, Bill Yancey was hauled slowly up the shaft. In his arms was a small, blanketed form. Tenderly he laid the bundle on a white pillow in the back of a black car. In silence, the car rolled slowly past the derricks and the piled dirt, past the gaping hole and the steel casing, past the rows of exhausted, grimy workmen...
...Strapping Germans. "Claude," his mother whimpered, "don't you think that tomorrow we should go to see the doctor again?" The son struck her angrily. He jumped up to get his Mauser, began to clean and polish, clean and polish. He was a marksman, proud of his success in shooting competitions. When World War II broke out, he had eagerly joined the French army. But all spring and summer in 1940, he marched endlessly over the roads of France, without so much as seeing an enemy to fire at. He returned to Calais to look with the eyes...
...police took him back to his garden to see the body of Aime Mille, police inspector and one of his callers, whom he had killed. The doctor, to whom his mother had taken him from time to time, had called Claude sane enough. But the doctor had not foreseen, as Claude had, that dreadful things can happen...
...snake, done at Höchst about 1770, might be ill-proportioned, but no one could miss its rococo liveliness. The flowery Music Lesson, modeled at Chelsea from a painting by François Boucher (see cut), and the Sevres portrait of M. Fagon (Louis XIV's doctor) neatly blended wit and workmanship. Five hundred such pieces, crammed into three small rooms at the Met, made a sparkling show...