Word: hunted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...thumping piano and her grainy contralto-she could stage one like nobody's business. She also learned that the established rich would pay for a party if it promised amusement, and the aspiring rich would pay to be insulted. She came up with all kinds of gimmicks-Treasure Hunt parties, Come-As-Your-Opposite parties ("I could have met my expenses selling tickets to psychiatrists"), Come-As-You-Were-When-the-Autobus-Called parties, and uncountable sessions of The Game...
Down with the Sparrows. The span of his creative life was incredibly brief. At 18, still apprenticed to the surgeon, he was barely able to imitate second-rate writers like Leigh Hunt, and was proud of such dreadful lines as "Ah God, she is like a milk white lamb that bleats." In the next four years, he completed a verse play and nearly all of the poems that were to establish him among the immortals. And in his letters, he wrote about what poetry could do and evolved a new poetic theory...
...Howard Hunt, 38, another volunteer in Lapa, was out of luck as well. The CVSF had no program in his field--agriculture. He as told to sit tight--something might be started in irrigation as soon as electricity was available in Lapa...
...often the CVSF requested volunteers for projects not slated to begin until long after the corpsmen's arrival date. In Lapa, geologists Chase and Onstad are still waiting for a long-promised well-drilling operation which is slowly working its way south from Joazeiro. Any irrigation work that Howard Hunt might have done in Lapa could only follow the installation of electricity--which occurred in July, eight months after Hunt arrived...
...portrait amuses but it also macerates. Richardson is angrier than Fielding was, and he sharpens the author's satire to a cruel point. His scenes in the London slums are brief but harrowingly Hogarthian: and Squire Western's hunt explains more powerfully than words could possibly explain the senselessness and horror of blood sport. Mile after mile the chase goes on: the running deer all terror and loveliness, the men and the dogs all grinning the same blank, murderous, animal grin. Then all at once the deer collapses. Blood in their eyes, the men and the dogs fall...