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What does the rejected author do when his manuscript thuds back to him? He still has two classic choices: 1) writing it over again, and better; 2) locking the whole thing away in his attic trunk. Nowadays a lot of would-be authors are making a third choice: they sign a contract with a publisher who specializes in would-be authors. For a few hundred dollars (and up), anybody, if he shops far enough, can have the thrill of seeing his stuff in print. He may not get much for his money -often not more than a stack of cheaply...
...spite of its 500,000 cards, the index is still not complete. In one day, a staff member may have to catalogue an 6th century statue, a 6th century painting, a 9th century illuminated manuscript, a 4th century funeral slab. He may have to catalogue each work in several different ways-by character, by scene (e.g., Christ teaching), by object (e.g., Solomon's Temple). Finally, he has to enter his information on one of 16 different types of cards-grey for textiles, brown for leather, white for sculpture...
...Dunster House, decided in 1946 that the House needed a "choir", sedate souls might have smiled in expectation of a Palestrina revival. But when this self-same "choir" tossed a bombshell into a Dunster Senior Dinner with a ditty called "Balls, Balls, Balls," sedateness vanished forever. The original manuscript of "Balls," never again sung in public is a Dunce keepsake...
...contemporary artists, studied descriptions, drew up charts detailing the painter's hair, beard, nose, eyes, mouth and cheekbones. He photographed the original to compress and sharpen the faded outlines, then worked in the features, adding light and shadow. After years of work, Ferri has a 328-page illustrated manuscript crammed with his notes and impressions. One impression: the Apostle Thaddeus' whole manner and bearing point to Leonardo; he is a man "indifferent to what is happening around him . . . motionless, bent under the weight of a problem he is trying to resolve...
...Poor Gogol was always chilly now, a twisted little man with a long fox nose, big close-set eyes, a loose little mouth full of bad teeth. For two years before his death, he was often without the power of connected thought. One day he burned most of the manuscript of Part II of Dead Souls. Then he refused to eat. On March 4, 1852, at the age of 43, he died of exhaustion, gasping, "Give me a ladder, a ladder...