Word: girls
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...nights before, instead of dictating his speech to a dictaphone and two harried stenographers, he dressed up in a little-worn dinner jacket and went (along with five carloads of detectives) to the Metropole Theatre where he saw, for the second time, a 19-year-old U. S. girl named Miriam Verne dance in a musical comedy called Melody of the Night. After that, he went to Berlin's Artists' Club and saw a cinema Berlin 100 Years Ago. Next night he saw another cinema at the Chancellery...
...wits of visitors with a small baby-blue booklet entitled Art Quiz. Helen Parker, chic, quick-witted head of the Institute's department of education, got it up and it was good. In ten sections of ten questions each were such factual stumpers as "Who painted the girl serving chocolate on a well-known brand of cocoa?"; such models of test technique as "Pick your painter: a) Linsey-Woolsey, b) 'Lippo Lippi, c) Boro Budur, d) Sancho Panza, e) Michelozzo Michelozzi"; and queries Jike...
Central figure appears to be a middle-aged Dubliner of Norwegian descent named H. C. Earwicker, once a postman, a shopkeeper, hotelkeeper, an employe of Guinness' Brewery. He is married to a woman named Maggie, and father of several children, but involved in some way with a girl named Anna. Earwicker has been mixed up in some drunken misdemeanor, his dreams are filled with fears of being caught by the police. He dreams that he is coming out of a pub with his pals; a crowd gathers; one of the revelers sings a song, but it turns into...
...most people's, are troubled by hints of depravity, but they remain hints. Even suggestive words are disguised. Is the book dirty? Censors will probably never be able to tell. Melting and merging in Earwicker's dream-state, like smoke in a fog, readers sense Anna, the girl with whom he is in love: Anna on the riverbank, Anna Livia, Anna Livia Plurabelle. Through the menacing or ridiculous distortions of his dreams, the thought of Anna Livia breaks with singular lyric beauty...
...That's terrible," he bellowed at a girl who was disrobing in front of him. "I want tight-fitting, flesh-colored bathing suits not that junk...