Word: hermitization
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...days the Hermit was in a state of unusual agitation. He drove back and forth along the road a dozen times a day, helter-skelter, at all hours, pluming dust. Did he anticipate his death? Was he preparing...
...Last week a flatbed truck came and hauled away one of the junked cars from in front of the Hermit's one-story cinderblock house, half a mile down the road. Two junked cars remained, resting on blocks in the yard under raggedy trees. The Hermit drove a Ford Falcon station wagon, built about the time that Saigon fell. All the junked cars were Ford Falcons of the same vintage. He cannibalized the junkers when he needed spare parts...
...talked to the Hermit. No one knew who he was. I learned his name only from a piece of mail misdelivered to our house. A letter from...his bank. We were all a little afraid of him, of his silence, his secret. A woman on a farm down the road called him "the Unabomber." The oldest woman in the valley, a woman in her eighties, said he had lived in the cinderblock house for forty years, on a shaggy stretch of uninhabited road beside the old gravel pit, which was filled in and covered up a year...
...Jean-Luc Godard is a mere 70, but he has been playing the role of the crotchety hermit-sage for decades. His Elogie de l'amour (In Praise of Love) is in two parts - the first, in black-and-white, a notebook of visual and verbal provocations. ("The question isn't whether man will survive but whether he deserves to.") The second part, shot digitally in carnival colors, concerns an old couple whose distant past as members of the French Resistance a Hollywood producer wants to turn into a film. This is an expression of Godard's distrust of Steven...
...thin dawn light, Cohen raced to a nearby cave once home to an old hermit. Inside, the sight was indescribable. A rock the size of a computer rested on Kobi's smashed skull. Both bodies were covered with stones. Blood smeared the walls, and the dirt floor was muddy with it. When the searchers rolled the rocks away, they didn't see faces but unrecognizable pulp. "I had only one thought," Cohen says, standing in the cave two days later. "To get my hands on the killers...