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...same Americans taking off for a weekend clear across the continent. He never saw a junior executive in a glass-caged office, agreeing, or the same junior executive at a school board meeting, disagreeing. He never saw people living and dying under the care of one big organization, their epitaph a punch card. And he did not hear people insisting urgently on the need to be themselves in the midst of impersonal bigness...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: LINCOLN AND MODERN AMERICA | 5/10/1963 | See Source »

...less insouciant moments, he tears himself to pieces, maddened with guilt. "Anonymous," he says is the word that describes him, for he has given up evejry-thing that truly matters to him. Borrowing Keats's epitaph, he says again and again, "My name is writ in water." Now that Sybil has gone to New York, he sits quandaried in London. Does he want to be the richest actor in the world, the most famous actor in the world, or the best actor in the world?and in what order? Or just a household word...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Actors: The Man on the Billboard | 4/26/1963 | See Source »

...also a cultured vulgarian, a moody wit, a seedy dandy-a puzzle. He wrote flippant music and sacred music, funny, jazzy profane music, and he also wrote some of the century's greatest songs. Since his death in Paris last January, the Poulenc puzzle has become his epitaph-as though his critics and colleagues would rather cherish their confusion than resolve it. Last week in New York, two concerts that amounted to a Poulenc memorial-cum-festival only restated the mystery: two world premieres of pieces Poulenc composed in his last year eloquently argued the case...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Composers: The Poulenc Puzzle | 4/19/1963 | See Source »

...stronger still. Death, to him, was the enemy of experience, more shameful than saddening, and the dead were zeros that "love cannot touch." Having long treated patients as poems, Williams once said farewell with a poem that, in all his rash toughness, he might well have considered his own epitaph...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Pediatrics: He's Dead | 3/15/1963 | See Source »

Many thanks for assigning such a memorable but perhaps exaggerated epitaph to the stone of my endeavours in the Academy. A more accurate expression of sentiments concerning the taking up of duties in "that other place" (to which you referred as the "rival institution") would be: "Where, O Death is now they Sting...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Frederic Pennington | 2/19/1963 | See Source »

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