Word: mooned
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...days after the vicar's sermon, there were no letters. One woman, who didn't think the blight was over, predicted that they would start again with the next new moon. Last week she got one: "You are a fine one to talk about the full moon affecting anyone as you are a daft bitch whether the moon is full, new or waning. ... If the vicar wasn't so dull he would easily find out who is sending these poison letters...
...they should learn to know. That they should know less and want more. That they should learn less and think more. That they should know less and feel more. That they should have more time for well-conducted animal spirits. That they should look at and admire the sun, moon, stars, flowers, trees, birds and butterflies...
Hero Without Aim. But India is no longer the India of Forster's book. The hero of Son of the Moon is a young Hindu aristocrat-his family traces its descent from the moon-who has made the first solo flight from India to England. Vijay has acted and become a hero, idolized by his people, with limitless opportunities before...
Such is the content of Son of the Moon. It is a novel of some passion and excitement, and the slow accumulation of brief scenes, following the pattern of Passage to India, is very nearly incompatible with such passion. Here & there the novel has a kind of Oriental power of hallucination: experiences blend and retreat; characters dissolve; a spell is cast by the very remoteness of the happenings so precisely described. At such moments the novel seems a blend of several books, about an India that seems partly familiar and partly a new world of still formless action...
...animals tamed by man, who looked with distaste on spacious dwellings and a free and open life. . . . Only then did his heart stir when moss and ivy grew green on the ruins of the towns, and under the broken tracery of vaulted cathedrals the bats fluttered in the moon. . . . Wherever the structures raised by the ordered life of man began to crumble, his brood sprang up like mushroom spawn...