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Hoping in the Gloom. Hardy's poems are limited in emotion; says Critic Blunden: his muse "lives too much in the frown." But the range of Hardy's subject matter is as wide as the range of his sympathies. In Reminiscences of a Dancing Man, a gay country dance turns into the dance of death; in The Respectable Burgher, an English gentleman who has been reading "higher criticism" of the Bible decides to turn to "that moderate man Voltaire"; in A Tramp-woman's Tragedy, the heroine teases her "fancy-man" into committing a pointless murder...
...lonely barton by yonder coomb Our childhood used, to know," I should go with him in the gloom Hoping it might...
...movie does not offer any solution to the problem it poses beyond leaving it to "the progressive forces of our time." Says Director Bunuel: "There is nothing imagined in this film. It is all merely true." But, in its unrelieved gloom and its total sociological despair, The Young and the Damned sometimes seems as one-dimensional and as far short of the truth as a lurid propaganda poster. Typical sequence: the body of a murdered boy being carted on muleback to a public garbage dump while his mother unknowingly passes...
...companion--by a parallel tension and relaxation of the musical line. When You Are Old And Gray, based on a poem by Yeats, is a beautifully conceived work, simple in structure and poignantly expressed. Monkeys, seemed not totally successful in expressing the loneliness of two creatures in the gloom of a "beast shop." The drabness of its musical tone is probably intentional and may become more meaningful after the song has been heard a few times...
Biographer Ward's own opinion is that Chesterton's "ready acceptance of life's normal pleasures" rules him out of saintly ranks. But it does not put him among those who, precisely because they "fail to reach sanctity . . . pour out upon us the vials of their gloom." Chesterton ranks, she believes, among the "spiritual geniuses" of the human race-"to which," as G.K. once observed, "so many of my readers belong...