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...years Alfred Richard Orage was editor of the London New Age. This book is a selection of his literary criticism published there. Rational, skeptical, lucid, Critic Orage looks to common sense as his guide. Says he: "In its simplest form common sense is the sustained resolve of the mind to hold nothing as true that is not implicit in the common mind. . . . Young man, I say, first learn to write common sense; then study to be wise, and beauty will afterwards be added to you." The role of the critic is to train writers ("Artists are born, but critics make...
...this were a better play it would be more easily and forcibly discernible that the fence is a symbol for an orthodox snugness within which the conventional wife tries to inclose her imaginative, vaulting husband. But Playwright Burnet's dramatic sense is by no means as lucid as his psychology, and his taste is woeful. The theme is obscured in a plot stuffed with nonessentials. Otto Kruger acts the poet valiantly despite dialog which makes him speak like a moonstruck sixth-former...
Anton Chekhov, prince of Russian short-story writers, prince of Russian playwrights, wrote one play that has waited until now to be translated into English. Without the lucid depths, the sparkling shallows, of his masterpiece The Cherry Orchard, That Worthless Fellow Platonov obviously wells up from the same source. No one but a Russian, no Russian but warmhearted, skeptical Anton Chekhov, could have written...
...made charming by the possession of some perennial secret; and there was the picture of an Indian in his canoe on a dark river, who stared through a subaqueous gloom of trees at a bird, moving above him on white, tremendous wings. In all these canvases was the sure, lucid draughtsmanship which is Painter Brush's most notable talent and which explains, more than any other characteristic, the presence of his paintings in five important U. S. museums...
Through night, another day, and far into the next night, the indomitable Father of Victory lived on. With groping motions he made clear, in his lucid moments, that he wished his hands?the famous Tiger claws, cased day and night in kitten-soft grey gloves?to be held by the two men who were perhaps his closest, dearest, most faithful friends, Albert, his valet, Francois, his chauffeur...