Word: hawked
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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CHAMBERLAIN stands first for Birmingham's late, great "Old Joe," a hawk-nosed, bemonocled power in and behind several Victorian cabinets (though never Prime Minister). This elegant Parliamentarian whose daily orchid fascinated the House, lost the first two of his three wives after they bore him respectively...
...Life, a hawk hanging in California's stainless sky, stares down on Life, a ground-squirrel crouching on California's sun-bleached desert hills. When the squirrel begins to tremble, when the trembling reaches the marrow of his consciousness, the hawk swoops. After stripping off the flesh, he cracks the bones, sucks the trembling conscious marrow out. Fed with consciousness, his essential bread, the hawk returns to the stainless sky, hangs waiting for the ground-squirrel's son, their sons, their sons...
Home again, Helen finds it more dreadful than ever. Thurso's mother hates her, watches her like a hawk. Between lust for Helen and visions of his father's ghost, Mark begins to go mad. To remove all trace of his father's memory, Thurso cuts clown the humming cable, is cut down himself. Hopelessly crippled, in ceaseless agony, he hangs on to suffering and life. Helen, who hated Thurso for his irreversible will, now loves him for it. In mercy she tries to put him out of his torment, but he will not allow her. After nis crazed brother...
Santa Lucia granite, seaworn boulders rolled up from the shore and heaved into place by Poet Jeffers for his own perch. For several years the stones rose in their courses; as they began to invade the upper air, a hawk dropped down to haunt them. Now Hawk Tower stands 30 ft. high; in its turreted top is a socket to hold a flag pole to flaunt a flag, though neither hawks nor Poet Jeffers favor flapping flags...
...Jeffers' intention to live in Europe was thwarted by the War. Looking for a place to live they came on the spot where Hawk Tower and Tor House now stand: ''When the stagecoach topped the hill . . . and we looked down through pines and sea-fogs on Carmel Bay, it was evident that we had come without knowing it to our inevitable place...