Word: echoed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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There is a tale making the slow rounds about the Art of Henry James. James, it goes, constructed a great Gothic Cathedral of his craft. Beneath the arches and between the pews our heels clatter and our voices echo. But upon arriving at the altar (so says the story) we discover a dead...
Bluebeard & Bluenose. Ever since it first appeared serially in Echo de Paris, the book has enjoyed a kind of scandalous celebrity among men of letters. Zola attacked Huysmans; Maupassant, Verlaine and others defended him. In 1924, the present publishers report, Là-Bas was is sued in the U.S. but ran afoul of John S. Sumner, industrious secretary of the Society for the Suppression of Vice. Publisher Albert Boni agreed to withdraw the book and destroy the plates. Now, a generation later, readers may well be of two minds as to who had the right of the matter - the celebrated...
...patients who were immunized against polio with gamma globulin in prevaccine days and then developed a paralytic disease that was mistaken for polio, they now suggest that the guilty viruses were of the Coxsackie group (named for the Hudson Valley town where the first one was isolated) or the ECHO group (named for enteric cytopathogenic human orphan). Concludes the A.M.A.: Viruses probably also have been responsible for some post-vaccination cases of paralysis, which therefore were not polio...
...game," any hipster would reply "Yes, man, yes!" When one of John Wain's characters in Hurry on Down tries to avoid introducing his parents to a friend because he is ashamed of their working-class manner and appearance, there is more than an echo of Sunday Dinner in Brooklyn. When Colin Wilson proclaims that the Outsider "is the one man who knows he is sick in a civilization that doesn't know it is sick," he echoes the basic charge of the hipster against the square...
...eyesight for a few years, but back home in the town concert hall it is still early enough for the boy to find an exciting new sense of vocation. A violin note spins out over the hushed audience, "thin and glittering like a gold thread in sunlight . . . the echo felt like a kind of weeping in one's chest. A weeping that could not be wept." At novel's end, with a profound sense of release shared by boy and reader alike, the boy is ready to abandon his grey world of failing sight for the luminous realm...