Word: hamlets
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Autobiography. Some English children are playing Hamlet as a drawing-room entertainment for Christmas, 1867. The melancholy Dane, a likely stripling of 14, wears a velvet tunic between the hem of which and a pair of his mother's black stockings there yawns "a sad hiatus" when he sits. Friends of the family swell the audience, including three painters-Ford Madox Brown, Laurence Alma-Tadema, Dante Gabriel Rossetti. A lissom youth with auburn hair and a weak but beautiful countenance stretches on the rug, slightly disconcerting the actors by chanting the lines with them in a melodious undertone...
...years, the stripling Hamlet has followed Rossetti's advice to study painting. Among his comrades at the Royal Academy is a shy, ruddy-faced youth in rough homespun and thick boots. This man's eyes can "snap and sparkle . . . beam with sympathy." His laugh is infectious. He has just written a book and asks the stripling (Johnston Forbes-Robertson) to take it to his journalist-father for criticism. The book is Erewhon; the shy man, Samuel Butler...
Scene. In the fastnesses of Tennessee, the quiet of dawn is split asunder by wailing screams from a steam siren. It is the Dayton sawmill, waking up villagers and farmers for miles around. From 5 until 6:30 the blasts continue. The hamlet and the fantastic cross between a circus and a holy war that is in progress there come slowly to life...
...Author. William Gerhardi, British-born in Petrograd, Oxford graduate, only slightly elaborates his own biography in Georges Diabologh of The PoIyglots, the writing of which has occupied his last two years in some secluded Tyrolese hamlet. He dedicates the book to Edith Wharton because, when he published Futility (with the aid of the late Katherine Mansfield), Mrs. Wharton, to whom he was a stranger, wrote: "Do, for the sake of all of us, keep it up!" His one other book, Anton Chechov: A Critical Study, has, as a critical study, no peer...
...screen, a shadow flickered?a shadow with feet like boxcars and a smile like the last soliloquy of Hamlet. He was a tenderfoot. The date was the year of Our Lord 1896?a period in which gentlemen were proud to spend several thousand dollars of lousy paper money to dig up a couple of ounces of mica "in the Klondike. ... A blizzard. A straggling company of ragged monte-banks passing through a wintry defile; Chilkoot Pass. Chaplin left behind in the dash for gold, blown to the door of a lonely cabin. Does the hearty Westerner within open his door...