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...sense all the persons of the story are symbols of certain ideas in the muddle that preceded the War. Peeperkorn personifies the strength, the glitter of royalty. What gives the metaphor power is the juxtaposition of death. Author Mann shows how men can adapt themselves to an environment of mortality by forgetting its existence. So countries squabble and chatter in the presence of catastrophe; so men, in the shadow of an enormous horror, pursue their silly and incongruous intrigues...
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...lost between Peter Serle and Charles Savile. Raphael grows excited about an actress but fails to commit suicide although Author Arlen has thoughtfully put a yacht at his service with this purpose in mind. In the main their actions are unimportant, their manners make the story. Other figures glitter from unexpected portions of the narrative. Mr. Arlen has not entirely relinquished his trick of reinserting personages from previous books. The immaculate George Tarlyon is seen for an instant, playing bridge...
...interior decorating business. As for the second, it is simply an argument advanced by a Victorian mother-in-law with urbane cynicism, who declares that the only test of true love is whether you can use your husband's toothbrush. The dialogue is conscious of its own glitter. The audience is aware that actors settle themselves, preen themselves, for the utterance of shining platitudes, universal conversation in the pseudo-Voltairian manner. Ethel Barrymore's acting is the stage Ethel of recent years, to which an Ethel-drawn audience responds with laughter, palpably content. Percy Hammond: "Miss Barrymore . . . slender...
...comfortably, arranged himself to listen, his small brown face screwed into a mask of naive anticipation. Nobody else moved. Behind him the burgesses of Salzburg listened respectfully; his Abbot sat upon his right; in front of him his four sturdy bastards awaited God's next word in a glitter of green and silver buckram. That was in the year . . . Nothing much had changed. Once more sunset powdered with golden dust the Cathedral Square of Salzburg; once more the monks looked down from their barred windows; once more, on a bare plank stage, God, the Father, in false hair delivered...