Word: likings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...passions and furies of the late Thomas Wolfe made him seem like some frenzied Wagnerian hero condemned to live in a nursery. In his autobiographical Look Homeward, Angel and Of Time and the River, he recorded only the emotions of his childhood and adolescence, the first intellectual awakenings of his young manhood. What passions, readers asked themselves, what intensities of brooding, pain and rhetoric would Thomas Wolfe show himself evincing in his first serious love affair? The possibilities were slightly awesome to contemplate...
...break off to eat the lunch which she comes each day to prepare. At times Monk speaks as follows: "Can I devour you? Can I feed my life on yours, get all your life and richness into me, walk about with you inside me, breathe you into my lungs like harvest, absorb you, eat you, melt you, have you in my brain, my heart, my pulse, my blood forever . . ." and so on until the smell of burning food calls a halt...
...window-rattling violence and savagery of these lovers' quarrels, the crazed sadism of Monk's accusations, or the deadly criticism that Mrs. Jack shoots back. Because she always comes back for more, however, because they make up from time to time and declare "Was there ever love like ours?" it is a long time before the final parting. Near the end Monk makes his bitterest accusation: "I've lost my squeal" -meaning his "wild goat-cry of pain and joy and ecstasy...
Author Saint Exupéry's "new breed" of airmen begins to look like an international fraternity. He does not try to account for the local chapters of bombing pilots...
Salop's theory of bookselling is simple: people like big books, pretty books, with red and green covers, nice pictures. When he buys books, he buys by weight, size, color. What is inside the book does not interest him. Pulling down a volume from a publisher's stockroom shelves, he turns it over in his plump hands, says: "Tick [thick], 18?." If it is thin, he says: "Tin, 8?." Some sixth sense supplies him with his shrewd literary judgments. Of one unfortunate author he is supposed to have said: "Dat guy? Dat guy? He couldn't even...