Word: hazing
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Never in the memory of a living New Englander had there been such an Indian summer. Day after day, week after week, a warm haze hung over the states of the northeastern U.S. Maple and sumac painted the hills and shed bright, crackling drifts of leaves. Offshore, the sea was blue. Streams ran gently or dried up, and at dusk the smell of dust and wood smoke perfumed the air. No rainclouds obscured the sun or the bright autumn moon. Then, last week, nature exacted her tribute...
...fiction, House Divided is often contrived and melodramatic. As history, it is the war dimly seen through a haze of corruption, mismanagement, profiteering, draft-dodging, mint juleps and delusions of grandeur. Tedious as that is, readers can hardly fail to be impressed by the author's epic attempt to disinter the whole Confederacy. Says one character: "The Lord is on our side, but in consequence of pressing engagements elsewhere He could not attend at Fisher's Creek, Winchester, and Atlanta." If the Lord could not attend, history-grubbing Author Williams could, after a fashion...
...longer work, in particular Prometheus Unbound, Blunden remarks that "it exacts from the reader a sustained and informed intentness failing which it becomes a luminous haze, and few people have the necessary time and period knowledge for elucidating its multitude of hints to the imagination." Shelley thought Dante's Divine Comedy superior "to all possible compositions." In The Triumph of Life, his last long poem, half finished before he was drowned, he wrote in the terza rima of Dante and with something like Dante's conciseness; Blunden suggests that it holds terrible irony as well as a power...
...Flore, in Paris' bohemian Latin Quarter, Pascal had heard more crackpot talk about art, letters and life than a hundred ordinary men hear in a lifetime. For Pascal, most of it went in one ear and out the other. But he remembered that last year there was a haze of glory around the Café de Flore, when Existentialism was in its first febrile flower. Jean-Paul Sartre, the wall-eyed little founder of Existentialism, and his disciples jabbered nightly at the Flore. Admiring sightseers came to watch them, and bought drinks as they watched...
...rose from the nether corners of the Ivy League doormat, where the guessers and Washington Street halfbacks had relegated it back in September, to win seven games of nine and give the University its finest state since 1931. So the copious tears that were shed in the late afternoon haze were greatly wasted. Yale had won, but many of the full-time fans were thinking about the first half at Hanover, the first ten minutes at Princeton, and the great comeback against Holy Cross...