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Describing that memorial, Adams supplied (in his Education of Henry Adams) a thoughtful epitaph for Saint-Gaudens himself. "Numbers of people came," he wrote, "for the figure seemed to have become a tourist fashion, and all wanted to know its meaning. Most took it for a portrait statue, and the remnant were vacant-minded in the absence of a personal guide. None felt what would have been a nursery instinct to a Hindu baby or a Japanese jinricksha-runner. . . . Like all great artists, Saint-Gaudens held up the mirror and no more...
Despite the concentration on Cowperwood, "The Stoic" paradoxically achieves its major significance only after Dreiser has interred him in his lavish mausoleum. Strictly speaking, the closing section is extraneous both to this novel and to the trilogy as a whole. But as an epitaph to Cowperwood-and in fact to Dreiser himself--the long search into Brahmanism by Cowperwood's last mistress Berenice assumes a weight completely disproportionate to its length. In her study of the Yoga discipline Dreiser furnishes an acute insight into his own final outlook on life...
...message to his widow, President Truman had written what might stand as his epitaph: he was as "incorruptible as the sun." In its own lingo, New York said it better: "He was a great...
...greatness. Veterinarians chose this method as the one most likely to keep alive enough semen for a few more calves. Failing to find it, they buried the body under the elms of the Turner ranch. As the greatest sire in Hereford history, Old 81st had already provided the epitaph for the bronze tablet that will mark his grave...
...Sons, discoverer and literary nurse of such notables as Thomas Wolfe, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Erskine Caldwell, Ring Lardner, John P. Marquand; of pneumonia; in Stamford, Conn. In You Can't Go Home Again, the late Thomas Wolfe lovingly caricatured Good Friend Perkins as "Foxhall Edwards"; drew a Miltonic epitaph: "Oh guileful Fox, how innocent in guilefulness and in innocence how full of guile! How straight in cunning, and how cunning-straight, in all directions how strange-devious, in all strange-deviousness how direct! Too straight for crookedness, and for envy too serene, too fair for blind intolerance, too just...