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...depend on this book by the Financial Editor of the "New York Times" for aid on that Ec A final. Mr. Hazlitt is one of those whose hearts are in the right place, but whose eyes turn persistently in the wrong direction. He sets out to discuss the "new" economics of Professors Keynes and Hansen; he succeeds in venting his anger at every other conceivable economic group...
Actor Richardson's Falstaff was very likely the best that this generation had seen. It caught the lustiness as well as the wit. Falstaff was indeed "that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts" in the chambers of whose brain, as Hazlitt quoted, "it snows of meat and drink." Whether playing dead or playing the hero, making light of honor or rhapsodizing about sack, impersonating the King or embracing blowzy Doll Tearsheet (amusingly played by Joyce Redman), he rolled through the play, the greatest comic figure in English literature...
After Waterloo. Politics and his infatuation for Napoleon at last became an obsession. Wherever Hazlitt went, complained one of his friends, he took his politics "like a mastiff, by his side." Cried Hazlitt: "There was at no time so great danger from the recent and unestablished tyranny of Buonaparte as from that of ancient governments." After Waterloo, Hazlitt sank into unkempt despair. While Poet Laureate Southey and Poet Laureate-to-be Wordsworth celebrated Britain's victory with "boiled plum puddings" eaten al fresco by the light of blazing tar barrels, Hazlitt "walked about, unwashed, unshaved, hardly sober...
...Hazlitt's crushing defeat at Waterloo were added a separation from his wife, interminable literary squabbles and the most harrowing emotional experience of Hazlitt's life-his unrequited love for his landlord's daughter. She was "pale as the primrose," and once looked at Hazlitt with so fetching an expression in her eyes that he never really recovered. Of her remarkable eyes Hazlitt wrote later: "I might have spied in their glittering motionless surface, the rocks and quicksands that awaited me below." After months of fruitless wooing, Hazlitt learned that the landlord's daughter loved another...
After that Hazlitt devoted himself to Napoleon. "Ghastly, shrunk and helpless," his voice reduced to a "hoarse whistle," Hazlitt ground out a four-volume life of his hero which is now forgotten. Wrote the disillusioned biographer: "I believe in the theoretical benevolence, and practical malignity of man. . . . Hatred alone is immortal...