Word: fainted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...gangplank to Manhattan last week there strode a youngish man carrying a suitcase. He? Col. Ralph Isham, book collector, Boswellian, millionaire?was not surprised to find reporters crowding around him on his arrival from England. In his little suitcase he had some old pages, scrawled over in a faint curlicue handwriting, which he had recently purchased. These old pages, now bound into heavy leather volumes each stamped with the Scottish crest, were old letters and manuscripts, mostly unpublished, mostly written in the thin legible penmanship of James Boswell...
Lucas Kennedy Drinkwater and many another. There were faint murmurs from malcontents that the merger smacked of trust making, "an attempt to publish all the books in the world"-as George Henry Doran once said he would like to do. To these murmurs Harry Hansen, literary critic of the New York World, replied: "So far as controlling writing-that is impossible ... no one can get a stranglehold on brains. The products of writing men crop up in the most unexpected places, and every now and then a wholly unknown and obscure firm makes a ten-strike with a newcomer...
...highest excellence of Miss Gather's writing, her mastery of intangibles. Just as the maturity of her mind has led her, in character-drawing, beyond the emotions to a spiritual emphasis, soi the maturity of her senses has brought her to dwell upon qualities of air, shadow and faint fragrance in her objective scenes. When she paints a mesa, she remembers the cloud mesa above it. Two bronzed runners passing over some sand dunes remind her of "the shadows that eagles cast in their strong, unhurried flight...
While Cora Carpenter waited, still speaking to her hands in a faint, crumbling voice, there was an argument. Said one nurse, sharply, pertinently: "She has never paid a dollar in dues! So why should we take care of her?" Said a second: "She is old. She used to be a nurse. No one has ever been turned away from Bellevue. We'll take care of her." All the other nurses smiled and nodded...
...five hours, they had been flying over France, lost in a fog that obscured land and the tips of the America's wings. Once, for a moment, they thought they saw rows of squat bath houses on a beach. Again, there seemed to appear a faint haze of light-perhaps it was Paris or the beacons at Le Bourget airport. Then the fog swallowed all. "When we got above the clouds," Commander Byrd later told the New York Times, "there were at times some terrible views. We would look hundreds of feet into fog valleys-dark ominous depths...