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From the fall of 1967 through the spring of 1968, Kasler was tortured frequently by Magoo and an interrogator called "the Elf," because he was a wizened 75-pounder. Kasler was moved into solitary confinement, where he got little medical attention, even though his leg was still swollen and badly infected. But the worst was yet to come. The violent antiwar reaction in the U.S. that followed the Communist 1968 Tet offensive apparently convinced Hanoi that the war could be won by propaganda. A maximum effort was made at the Zoo to get prisoners to appear before various peace delegations...
Last week, implausibly, the elf turned 75. To mark the occasion, there was a series of performances of his music (highlighted the week before when the Philadelphia Orchestra played Three Pictures for Orchestra in Philadelphia and New York). There was also a conversation with TIME Music Critic William Bender which, although it did not last until four in the morning, showed that Thomson has lost none of the old Virgilian knack...
...Never trust anyone over 30" has become a rallying cry of today's radical youth. Yet there is one oldster the youngsters do listen to-at least for now. He is 42, looks a little like an elf on a high, and has already had one whiff of the infernal (see BOOKS, COVER STORY, "The Dentist's Chair as an Allegory of Life...
...Grass certainly does not look like the world's, or Germany's, greatest living novelist, though he may well be both. He has a gruff manner and a Dutch-comic soup-strainer mustache. There is a manic-gypsy look at the corners of his eyes, like that of an elf on a high. His face has been described as the sort that nervous mothers warn children against before they skip off to play in the Black Forest. At charades, he couldn't miss as one of those ambivalent wood cutters that lurk in the background of Grimm fairy tales...
...this insidious Real Author? you are perhaps driven to ask. Well, enough of such suspense! From the very first paragraph ("Do you like what you both see...? said the voluptuous elf-maiden as she provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded, shadowy glories within."), the Real Author is easily identifiable as none other than the odious Terry Southern. So you see why I had to mention the unfortunate proliferation of parody. Not even the Poon is safe from such unexpected reversals of reality, because this man Southern has done them one better. It should there-fore...