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...Alas, Washington had no blooming future in movies. After "Imitation," she starred as a vengeful plantation owner in the indie voodoo drama "Ouanga" (1936), and had one more decent major-studio part, billed fourth in the Fox drama "One Mile from Heaven"(1937). Washington's duskily refined gorgeousness scared Hollywood bosses even as it tempted them; she took the hint and went back to New York. She co-founded the Negro Actors Guild of America and wrote theater reviews for The People's Voice, published by Adam Clayton Powell, Jr., who was at the time married to Isabelle. Later Fredi...
...fond of Pete's young trees. Beneath a sky brilliant with stars, I swept the trees with a portable searchlight designed to mesmerize the marsupials mid-meal. In the space of an hour we found three, and with a light crack from his .22, Pete sent them to possum heaven. As much as I enjoyed helping out, I found possum-fur blankets a little hard to bear afterwards. Call (64-6) 874-7990 for reservations...
Even the most ardent of Harvard’s many materialists, you see, long ago came to terms with the fact that reasonable people still believe in an almighty deity who authored earth and heaven. They accept this strangely persistent fantasy largely because they assume, perhaps rightly, that most of Harvard’s Christians are really latter-day deists, conceiving of God as a distant, prehistoric clockmaker, setting the world in motion and then stepping back, safely out of the picture. They even accept the persistence of prayer with good grace, acknowledging its much-touted psychological benefits while assuming...
...matters more than the threads. Sometimes the weight of human experience, which suggests that all is not colliding atoms and crashing chemical waves, matters more than the laboratory rats who insist that their test tubes and supercollidors can take the measure of man, and of this strange earth (and heaven?) that we inhabit...
When I was an intern after finishing medical school, I encountered human suffering for the first time, especially in small children that had a fatal illness. I couldn’t understand how anyone on heaven or on earth who had the ability to preempt this would not do so, and the whole problem of suffering suddenly preoccupied me. Somebody had put a little book called The Problem of Pain by Lewis on the table in the library of the hospital that I was at. It didn’t answer all the questions but it answered some of them...