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...luminous walls. Empty cable cars creep along phosphorescent tracks. To get his subjects, Oneto prowls San Francisco's hills and back streets, goes back night after night to verify troublesome details. On his jaunts, Oneto keeps an eye peeled for old-fashioned houses, especially those with plenty of gingerbread: "I'm only interested in San Francisco architecture before the [1906] fire." A good example of Oneto's preference is the turreted clapboard mansion in Circa 1880. "I liked the angular shadows the light made, and the way it hit the bay window...
...sometimes dream of a larger and more populous house, standing in the golden age, of enduring materials, and without gingerbread work, which shall still consist of only one room . . . ,a cavernous house . . . where some may live in the fireplace, some in the recess of a window, and some on settles, some at one end of the hall, some at another, and some aloft on rafters with the spiders, if they choose...
...gingerbread Wallace house on Independence's elm-lined North Delaware Street, where Judge and Mrs. Harry Truman lived with her mother, little Margaret was brought up under fond, watchful eyes, in carefully guarded privacy. Bess and Harry were doting parents, partly because their only child was born to them late, when each was close to 40, partly because she was a delicate child thin and pale, with frequent deep circles under her eyes. There were other doting relatives: a cluster of uncles and aunts Mrs. David ("Grandmother") Wallace. Bess's mother, and redoubtable Grandmother ("Mama") Truman. Margaret admits...
...eagerness to read everything, from the hearts of celery to the mind of God, as well as in the gingerbread elaborations of his style, Author Blackwood is more a Victorian than a modern. Yet, far more than most Victorians, Blackwood has a fervor for the inhuman, subhuman, or superhuman, and a distaste for the world of men. The story in which Black wood expresses his keenest distaste for actual life is perhaps his most carefully composed one, The Lost Valley. Twin brothers, who have lived only for each other for 35 years, find themselves in love with the same woman...
...talk glancing through the latticework of his troubled tale. The underlying theme is not new to Barry: more than once he pierced to the Puritan inside the worldling, the hair shirt beneath the dinner jacket. Barry was rather fascinated by the guilt that wouldn't come off the gingerbread. But in Second Threshold too much is not explained: Barry never really comes to grips with Bolton, nor Bolton with himself. And the play fishes in waters too dark to hook so flabby a solution...