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...filled with shrieks, screams and wolfish roars as the Russian nobility, ever lovers of traditional customs, pursue nude serfs round and round the banquet hall. But Caroline is resolved at least to keep her head. As Prince Michael bears down upon her, his "greedy and sarcastic gaze" inflamed with "voluptuous contempt," Caroline puts a torch to the hangings. Gusts of fire sweep the room. Amid shouts, pistol shots and clouds of alcoholic smoke, Caroline legs it from the lodge, with Michael in hot pursuit, "howling like a wolf." Too late! Caroline has won again...
...young artist should "avert the gaze from self...and penetrate the maze" lest self-pity destroy his creativity. Following his own credo, John L. Sweeney, as critic, teacher, and Curator of Lamont's Poetry Room, has, for the last ten years, been a benevolent father for Harvard's young poets...
...though, in asking the voters for another favor: the seat in the U.S. Senate made famous by the late Robert A. Taft, and now uneasily occupied by George Bender. Lausche's eye is firmly fixed on the Senate, but if the Lausche luck holds, he may lift his gaze upward this year to a far more important job in Washington, the presidency...
...Paint. When Manet sent his picture to the Salon, the model's nakedness was what seemed to shock the public. But the nakedness of the painting itself was what shocked Manet's fellow artists. Instead of presenting a suitably posed, blurred and idealized nude to the public gaze, Manet presented something like truth in the form of a naked French girl, nakedly translated into so many square inches of paint on canvas. As a straight representation of a scene. Olympia is obvious and commonplace. But as a composition in form and color, it is a masterpiece. With Manet...
...hands of the ugliest man alive. "Oldie," as the boys dubbed him, was the half-insane master of a decrepit boarding school, "a big, bearded man with full lips like an Assyrian king on a monument, immensely strong, physically dirty." Smacking his lips after breakfast. Oldie would gaze round the classroom, pick the day's victim: "Oh, there you are, Rees. you horrid boy. If I'm not too tired, I shall give you a good drubbing this afternoon." When he could, Lewis would withdraw to an oasis of private joy-books, nature and the music of Richard...