Word: lanterns
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...painter, Mr. Healy, you should be a judge between this unknown correspondent and me. She complains of my ugliness. It is allowed to be ugly in this world, but not as ugly as I am. She wishes me to put on false whiskers, to hide my horrible lantern jaws. Will you paint me with false whiskers? No?" Despite the levity, Lincoln grew whiskers before arriving at the White House, was never again painted clean-shaven...
...this is doled out as solemnly as a lantern-slide lecture in German philosophy, with the actors uneasily unsure whether they are really U.S. dirt farmers, by cracky, or Leibnitzian particles in a transcendental ether. The color is excellent, though it is not clear why color is needed; the exterior shots are mostly of snowscapes marked with black exclamations of pine, and the interiors are in starkest black and white (Good v. Evil). To suggest, perhaps, the eternal travail of these opposites, the picture has been made as eternal as possible (102 minutes). When at last the moviegoer dares hope...
...violent transit strike. He got them acquitted. Before long he was vice president and general counsel of the Jamestown transit company. By the time he went to Washington, at 42, Jackson's abilities were widely recognized. His cases had included a $1,700,000 judgment, a hearing by lantern before a backwoods justice of the peace, and the defense of a Communist arrested for selling the Daily Worker on a public square. (Years later he wrote in a Supreme Court opinion that to disregard Communists' legal rights would be to "cast aside protection for the liberties of more...
Hundreds of years passed before they found Him-"an old man sawing wood" by the light of a dim lantern. "We are the life which you have brought forth," said the deputies. "We are all the living who have struggled and struggled, who have suffered and suffered, who have doubted and believed . . . What have you meant by us?" God "passed his hand through his lank gray hair" and answered meekly: "I am a simple man." "We can see that," said the deputies indignantly...
...Band are too fast and deafening to hold up to the very end, and the string of fantastic adventures grows increasingly limp and raveled. By then Cèline has, as always, succeeded in hammering his sharpest hallucinations deep into the reader's head. Spit-curled Cascade, lantern-bearing Dr.Clodowitz, sovereign-stuffed Titus van Claben-such characters are engraved in the memory for keeps. No visitor since Thomas Wolfe has described London with such off-beat perception and passion-not the London the tourist or the Briton has ever seen, but the insane metropolis "painted like fog with some...