Word: likes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...blood community; 2) close to the soil, because his blood community has lived close to it for generations; 3) perfectly poised between these poles of blood and soil, so that his actions are always determined by them, but appear to be instinctive and unreasoned, like the actions of a healthy animal. When Nazi theoreticians sound off about the German folk-soul, they mean to refer to this somewhat vague balance of blood, soil, race...
...readers will deny that Dos Passos has dramatized his latest political views in a racy story, or that they are sincere. But his characters are onedimensional. In the career of a novelist, Adventures of a Young Man reads like a minor pamphlet...
Most people like to study statistics, perhaps because they are usually depressing, and almost everyone has a touch of sadism or masochism in him. At any rate, John Tunis' classic debunk of things at Harvard several years ago was able to provide Harvard men with something of a thrill. In addition, it was enough to give them an acute inferiority complex enough to convince them that they went out with clay pipes instead of silver spoons. Most Harvard graduates, infers Mr. Tunis, must have the fate of Broadway's current Harvard man-the spectacular specimen in "The Priterose Path...
Early last month when she arrived, late one afternoon, a chill wind was blowing a gale out of the east. The clouds hovered above the harbor like dark birds of prey. A few wild geese muttered with shrill voices among themselves; debating whether to stay or go. Later the rain came, slanting, with an edge. Inside the little cabin the drops knifed against the window with a hollow, drumming sound. In such a storm the bell sounded, there was the clatter of casting off, a seaman's voice rasped somewhere down by the shore...
...when she arose this morning there was a soft tint over the quiet waves to the cast. To the west, toward the mainland, the hills stood out clear said fainaly blue. There was no movement in the air. Breathing it was like walking through a field of violets, the sweetness hardened a little with the salty smell...