Word: doorknobs
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...Traditionally the deadest of all sovereigns, just as a doorknob is the deadest of inanimate objects...
Emil Ganso has been called the artistic heir† of Jules Pascin (pronounced Pass-kin, born Pincas, first name unremembered, in Bulgaria of a Spanish-Jewish father and a Serbo-Italian mother) who slit his wrists and hanged himself on his Montmartre bedroom doorknob in 1930 (TIME, Jan. 19, 1931). Ganso was Pascin's star pupil. Pascin is still Ganso's model as an artist. Ganso paints and draws the same loose-hipped women, is partial to the same drooping, bulbous com position. Like Pascin, he makes a fetish of loyalty to his friends. Unlike Pascin, who hated...
...move into an apartment across the hall from her family's flat. R. was so superior to anybody she had ever seen before, the women he brought home with him were so angelically bright, that the girl began to worship him. His doormat became sacred ground, his doorknob the shining star of love. Through thick & thin she pursued that star until, grown up, she at last waylaid him on the street, turned the blissful doorknob to her own account. Three nights they dallied, then R. went out of town. Slowly, reading the letter, he begins to realize that...
...realize what had happened. Pascin had slashed his wrists with a razor. Blood spurted over the room but Death came slowly. He stag gered to the wall, scrawled AU REVOIR LUCY in blood with a gory finger, knotted a cord round his throat and hung himself from the doorknob...
...pockets as well as he could. The boy made slow progress, being beaten back by sudden gusts of wind and snow; slowly gaining after each rebuff of this sort, he at last reached the store. His hands were by this time so benumbed that he could not turn the doorknob; so he stood outside and looked through the glass into the warm room, rapping once or twice to draw the attention of its inmates. No one paid the slightest attention to his signals: perhaps they were not heard, for he was a little fellow, a mere baby...