Word: fragment
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...different kinds of Who's Who reposing in TIME Inc.'s morgue (i.e., "library of essential information") are a constant and reliable journalistic source of biographical facts-and a bulwark against the uproar occasioned when we misspell somebody's name. These are only a fragment, however, of the 29,000 reference books I find we now have in the morgue* for the convenience of TIME'S editors, who call for them at the rate of about 500 a week-plus an average 40 or 50 that have to be obtained from local libraries...
This not necessarily pertinent information is a fragment of the mountainous residue of facts left over from The Big Bonanza, TIME'S cover story on Mayor O'Dwyer and his New York City in the June 7 issue. All of us here at TIME who have to live and work in the city and its environs were very much interested in what the story had to say and, judging from the volume of incoming mail, so were a great many TIME readers elsewhere...
...writing "all my anxiety entirely out of me" and by jotting down whatever transient impression or narrative fragment entered his mind, Kafka hoped to achieve an emotional catharsis. In an early entry, he said of his writing that "my doubts stand in a circle around every word." He might have added-around every deed. Kafka was a man impaled on the spears of scruple: he could not be satisfied with the approximations of truth most men accept, but had to burrow into them and try to redefine them...
...This fragment was presented to us by an ancient Oriental, an habitue of the ovals, so to speak, who claims descent from Confucius, and who has shown remarkable prowess of late at Lincoln Downs. We quote in part...
...year on the Don I witnessed a symbolic picture. I saw a half-filled grave, and by it lay a German helmet. In the grave lay a skeleton, only partly covered by the shreds of what was once the grey-green uniform of a German soldier. A sharp-edged fragment of a Soviet shell had shattered his face. The gaping mouth of the skeleton was filled with fertile loam and from this was already rising a curling shoot of convolvulus, bearing its delicate flowers...