Word: homewards
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...caliber machine guns. Their tight-clipped wings coddled four ,303-caliber machine guns. Their pilots sat in a comforting body of armor. Up above the two-mile mark they hunted for their first live targets. But no Messerschmitts appeared. The Airacobras waited a while, then turned homeward in a grey swoop. On the way the commander could not resist trying out his deadly new toys. He brought the squadron low over a French port. Said he, when the Airacobras were safely home again: "We made a German ship unhappy and brushed some Germans off a wharf...
From Penang, Isthmian's Ensley City was headed for seething and steaming Dutch East Indies ports. The Puerto Rican, out of Balik Papan, was homeward bound, her crew hopeful of reaching Boston...
...distinct individuals but also mature in the course of the volume. At points the intimate realism in describing Flip's artistic ambitions, her crush on Professor Brooks Creighton, and her feeling of estrangement from the life at home, approaches the bitter dissection of college life in Wolfe's "Look Homeward, Angel"-though Miss Carrick's approach lacks his sweeping inclusiveness and turgid power. Her polished style and delicate portrayal temperament are more in the urbane manner of Willa Cather. Only the concluding chapter betrays a novice hand. The threads of the plot, unsnarled but not firmly and finally knotted, dangle...
...novel, The Hills Beyond is mostly short flights of fiction. The opening piece on Grover Gant (who died early in Look Homeward, Angel) is a short, beautifully disciplined work, in a style of which Wolfe is popularly supposed to have been incapable. Chickamauga, which Wolfe slicked up unnaturally in the vain hope of selling it to the Satevepost, is a respectable experiment in the U.S. vernacular, as un-Wolfeishly plain as weathered bone. Also included: a steely-clean character sketch of a rich old New Yorker waking up; an almost religious essay on loneliness; a hard spanking of a literary...
...slowly down New York Bay. She had 464 silent passengers on board. For them there would be no more cocktails in glittering bars with wide-eyed café socialites, no lavish dinners for affable U.S. businessmen. They were Nazi and Fascist propaganda agents, consular officers and their families, bound homeward to the grim realities of the New Order...