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Today Marc Chagall says of surrealism "Not for me." A hater of realism as well, he refuses to be joined by any artistic school. He will not even discuss his own work. "Monsieur," he says in his dense Vitebsk French (he speaks no English), "l'art est comme l'amour. If your wife is ugly, you do not talk about her looks. If she is beautiful, they speak for both...
...this week the meeting was more remembered than the charter. Acrid H. G. Wells had called it "an ambiguous document, full of holes and escape clauses." An American cynic had called it the great est public document since the Republican Party platform of 1936. The simple fact was that the Atlantic Charter had kindled no fires. Most of the fires that had raged in the world in the twelvemonth were made by the enemies of the U.S. and Great Britain...
...last week by import-export figures could rest his eyes, if not his mind, by contemplating other more pleasing figures. As summer ended, bathing girls, changeless in a changing world, paraded Argentine beaches competing for titles. Amid the crash of falling empires, the porteño rotogravure magazine Aqui Está (Here It Is) climactically chose a Queen, photographically fanfared (see cut) Señorita Leda Zorda as "Miss Summer 1942." To a world at war, however, Grizodubova (see p. 27) seemed more nearly appropriate as 1942's type...
...spirit of the first half of the volume is beautifully suggested by its French title, Cette Grande Lueur a L'Est (which the translator insipidly renders into Promise of Dawn). The young politician Jerphanion compares the magnetism of the Soviets with that of Verdun six years before: "There is something in it of that same sense of a distant melting pot, of a light shining through the darkness-a great blaze of light. ... It may be the dawn; it may be a conflagration. But whether we believe it to be one or the other, we are all agog...
...exotic as Bowditch seemed to the French when he blushed at their conversations. "Il n'a pas encore perdu sa pucelage," a Frenchman explained to a French lady. "Quelle âge avez-vous, monsieur?" she asked Bowditch. "Twenty-three." The French lady threw up her hands: "C'est une chose absolument impossible de conserver la pucelage á cette...