Word: ghosts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...deeply agitated by what seem to be the posthumous performances of his late asthmatic, or strangled, uncle. Between seances, telepathic messages, furniture upheavals and the receipt of "quaint ciphers, he (she) writes a diary. Hounds bay, doors crash, mysterious lights shine on headlands and creep under beds. Uncle's ghost marches in the alumni parade, sheep are slaughtered, four people die quite violently. A very devil of an uncle, yet you and the professor can never be sure it is he who is responsible, let alone how to make him listen to reason. Do not read this book tonight...
...wood. That wood was a crutch-stick, one of hundreds piled there together-some thick as fagots, the canes of maimed sailors; some the spindling, pathetic splinters that had propelled crippled children-left behind as testaments of those who, kneeling in the basilica, had been healed by the Holy Ghost. The fire roared through the church like a dragon. Priests turned firemen, saved the statue of Ste. Anne; but, by the time that a special battalion of the Fire Department had arrived, by special train, from Quebec, the cathedral, sacristy, monastery and college were black heaps of smoldering rubble...
...review, L'Astronomie. In the War of 1870, he served France, spying upon the Prussian troops with his long telescope. An admirer, one M. Meret, presented him with a country place at Juvisy, where he built an observatory, passed his time peering at the planet Mars and collecting ghost stories. Never a great scientist, he was still mumbling about the probable inhabitability of Mars while his colleagues were concerned with the atomic structures of stars not yet named; but he exploited with marvelous eloquence the romance of the stars. Under the big tent top of heaven he, a circus...
...that she might as well appropriate the tatters of his own dereliction, he took her to wife in a cottage fronting the golden fields, walled by the knightly cliffs, of Brittany. Incredible happiness kindled his life until she died in childbirth and he returned to England to lay the ghost of his new grief with the kindliness of an old, companionable sorrow...
...Royal Geographical Society. In this book, which is purged of science, he writes of long fatigues and desperate adventure like a University Fellow .discussing such fantasies over the afternoon crumpet, yet this reticence gives the tale an objective ambiguity, as if the type of all desert wanderers, the very ghost of the Golden Horde, rode with Hassanein's thin company along the last frontiers of nomadism. The volume is adorned with many excellent photographs, frontispieced with one of the author himself?no don, but a bold sheik, his falcon features glittering above an expanse of magnificent laundry...