Word: inners
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Bailey's Beach, at staid old Newport, R.I., the ex-Mrs. F. Bartholomay Jelke encountered the present Mrs. F. Bartholomay Jelke, wife of the heir to oleomargarine millions, and briskly conked her with an inflated inner tube...
Though less than half the campers are Quakers, all attend daily meetings for worship, and the entire community is drawn into the Sunday meeting. Like all Quaker meetings-for-worship, the liturgy-less silence may be broken by any worshiper who feels prompted by the "inner light" to. speak. Even the older, stalwart Lutheran Finns attend now; after coming for several weeks, they begin to speak, in their dry, taciturn way. Some of the campers are unhappy about this development; the totally silent meetings seemed the easiest answer to the 17 declensions of the Finnish language...
...like it here. We do without many of the comforts we have become accustomed to in the States, but I at least have an inner comfort which I did not have before. We are working unmolested, and I think effectively, in a part of the world which has suffered terribly. It is furthermore part of the world lying behind what is sometimes called the Iron Curtain. I can think of no more important place to work for brotherhood and understanding...
Each character takes the spotlight in turn, bares his or her inner torments in stream-of-consciousness. Virginia Woolf carried off the trick; Toynbee doesn't. Through the dense matting of symbolism (even the choice of tea cakes, the dropping of a cup, becomes symbolic), readers may extract many meanings or none. Guesses British Critic Cyril Connolly, editor of highbrow Horizon: "And what are these figures, but expressions of a deeper truth, of cycles of spring and winter, youth and age, death and rebirth, of the Mother who must become our enemy if we are to grow...
...discouraged student who finally recrosses Massachusetts Avenue, to wile away the hours in Felix's, and later is found run over behind. Widener with a copy of the Daily worker in his already cold hand. True, a few shrewder individuals have been able to crash through to the inner regions, but it has only been after untold waiting and hair-breadth escapes from the rock-laden trucks that tear through Widener Gate to dump their loads elsewhere and race back to mash more book-carrying, hurrying, seersuckered miserables...