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...from sophisticated contemporary Christianity were obviously not listening to the responsive reading they recited during a recent service in Memorial Church: "...Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head."--Selection Eight-Four of the Hymnbook...
...gentleman after all: he is an international crook who, as a French paper prettily puts it, "collects precious stones, chiefly diamonds." As for Paul, he climbs up to Joss's bedroom and is about to collect something more precious than stones, when Eliot relegates him to the compost heap with a single knife-stab. Suddenly, the beautiful old house rings to the tramp of invading flatfeet and the idyl ends with a whimper: "Mother. I want Mother...
...heard upon his dry dung heap That man cry out who cannot sleep...
BEAU CLOWN, by Berthe Grimault (188 pp.; Rinehart; $3), a crawling compost heap of a novel, accepts as normal and comical the sort of horror about which seamy-side Novelist Louis-Ferdinand Céline wrote with fascination. Author Grimault describes a degenerate clan of French peasants and the flotsam that fetches up at their farm-two prostitutes, four U.S. Negro soldiers foraging for sex, and a netful of AWOL lunatics, including a gently demented old clown and a bloody-nailed slug named Chopper (he is obsessed with decapitation). When Chopper is gored by a huge white bull, a litter...
...capacity, shallow though it is, to be happy. One of the maids has tried to strangle her, and failed; the other tries to poison her, and fails. Both, spilling lines at each other terribly quickly, hurl insults and acid pessimism and gloom--"I am the dung heap on which I grow"--at one another until finally, one of them poisons herself, having commanded the other to offer her the cup. Why such consciously doomed insects didn't commit suicide long ago is never clear...