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...Stavanger, Norway the Dresden picked up two pilots and started nosing through a light mist along the shore. They nosed a little too close. Twice in the course of the day the Dresden ran aground but was floated off under her own power. Toward evening the tired, windburned but still hungry junketers trooped down into the dining room. On the shore of Karmö Island Pilot Jacobsen's family stood expectantly in line waiting for papa to bring the Dresden past. That he did, so close that his children could see him waving to them from the bridge beside...
...ready for him. Fifteen stories up, a narrow ledge broke his fall, saved his life, left him with a leg jammed in a masonry hole. For six days and nights he struggled to tear his leg free, screamed, stared up at the sky through wind, rain, sun, mist. Then, as a workman discovered him, Death was ready for Shirley Brewer...
...divers Houses, they should be granted inter-House eating privileges as has been proposed before. This proposal was made last year, but was defeated, apparently for no better reason than that several Masters were afraid of proselyting on the part of their confreres. Furthermore, a good deal of the mist with which the Houses are at Present enshrouded would be cleared away if each House were to publish a booklet, containing a list of available rooms, and a statement on the part of the Master concerning the comparative strength of his tutorial staff and the atmosphere of the House. Finally...
...market might soon reach saturation point. Of these 14 short stories a bare half-dozen were up to standard; the rest were as undistinguished as run-of-the-mill magazine fiction. Faulkner seldom writes about ordinary human beings. When he does he is careful to hide them in a mist of sinister innuendo. His forte is pathology; his most effective stories depend on madness gradually unveiled. In a novel he has space enough for his tortuous unraveling, but many of these short stories fail to convince simply because the reader has not had sufficient time to become bemused. The four...
When he gets down to post-Civil War times, which even milder historians characterize as financially scandalous, McConaughy's progress becomes a dervish-whirl in a mist of vituperative facts. An index of his malefactors would read like the Social Register. Too over-violent throughout to be persuasive, Who Rules America? chokes over its own too-choleric mixture of fact and fanaticism...