Word: english
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...received his Ph.D. degree from Harvard in 1960, and became associate professor of English in 1965. Heimert worked as a member of the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton...
...upper New York state. He became disillusioned, however, when he discovered that farming was really big business. Dairy farming involved buying a lot of equipment, and for that you needed capital. He was also having trouble understanding his teachers because, he says, they talked too fast for his limited English comprehension...
Flym is short, with dark features and squinting eyes. Because English is a second language, he speaks it slowly and dis-tinc-t-ly, a little like Peter Lorre. The overall--mistaken--impression one receives is of a tough, devious, plotting man. Some Mafia mouthpiece maybe, or a loanshark. Perhaps to counteract this, he likes to play the part of the lawyer--wearing grey suits and white shirts, and constantly putting his arm on people's shoulders. When King Collins first met Flym after his arrest--he had talked to him on the phone the day before and Flym...
...friend, Harvard Critic Harry Levin, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight, Nabokov's first novel written in English, was published. A haunting, accomplished and entirely Nabokovian novel about a man who loses his own identity trying to write the fictional biography of his lost brother, it appeared almost unnoticed. By the time he reached Cornell he had published Bend Sinister (1947), a study of a police state, parts of Speak, Memory, one of the most beautiful autobiographies in English. Yet he was barely known on campus as a man of letters, much less a literary genius...
...hotel is a vast rococo establishment. In the offseason, the staff tends to outnumber the 20-odd guests. Most of these regulars are women of 60 or more-a couple of Americans, a few English, a stray Parisian countess or two. Twice a day they gather in the Winter Dining Room, a smallish chamber in the hotel basement, which, despite lavish importation of daffodils and red tulips, is a frightful miniature of desolation. All guests have their own tables; there is almost no talk. The Nabokovs have a cook and eat here only when they have visitors...