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...half-comatose into an automobile, weaves back home unscathed, and collapses into the miseries of natural sleep (he dreams that a fat gypsy squaw castrates him with a silver-bladed bread knife). Finally, he swallows the magic "pheeny" that returns him to the blissful, dreamless condition of "some giant foetus...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Strange Fruit | 1/12/1959 | See Source »

...Lewis). In Britain The Sweeniad-titled for Apeneck Sweeney, Eliot's loathed modern subman-has already provoked tempests in all the best literary teapots. "Bravo!" cried Graham Greene. "A delight," said Bertrand Russell (who was once more or less described by Poet Eliot as an "irresponsible foetus...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Sweeney & the Mockingbirds | 2/10/1958 | See Source »

...caterpillars and insects, and even earth." About all that distinguished them from animals was that they could make fire and stand upright. In the filth of their gloomy forest village, Gheerbrant saw that the Guaha-ribo "still sleeps in his dark, damp haven, curled in on himself like a foetus. He is as yet immune to those feelings which make a man shiver and inspire him to go forth into the outer light ... He flees from the light at once, hiding himself in the thickest part of the forest...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Adventure on Land & Sea | 5/17/1954 | See Source »

...Dante's Purgatorio" by Theodore Spencer, and some that I did not like at all, such as "Oono Dos Treys" by Bert Morton in order to get to the poetry, much of which is remarkably good. ("Oono Dos Treys," I should explain, is a labored story about a foetus that refuses to be born, but talks in erudite English inside the mother, an idea whose grotesque charm wears off rapidly after the first few scholarly pronouncements from the womb...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Wake | 5/13/1948 | See Source »

...campus doc boils in and sights her prey. She pulls the snatch and walks it to her hideout, but some prof at Harvard Med wants his foetus back. "It's my baby," says campus doc, "It's ours and it ain't a baby yet," say jokers. They...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Pass the Foetus, Doctor, We Are Off to Wellesley Hills | 5/10/1943 | See Source »

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