Word: mystical
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sybyl was a seeress of no mean ability. Somewhat absent minded and a trifle vaporish, she nevertheless, had legions at her call--and enjoyed greater power than any modern mystic has dared profess. And now that her records are to be made public--now that the famous leaves are to be gathered by the grammarians and what note of Italy, one wonders how well this early priestess of the occult did her duty by her trade...
Arkansas. Much dissension broke the local Klans from the national body. The Independent Klan sprang up and later changed its name to the Mystic Knights of Arkansas, which claims to be non-political and nonreligious. The Klan has probably fewer than 10,000 members left. The present Governor was elected over its opposition. Politicians generally announce that they have left the Klan...
Torn open by capitalism in search of markets, Japan was strong enough to retaliate in kind. But, because she possesses vitality, she is non the less a blossom of the East. Her people may enshroud a mystic temper and a love of occult ritualism with the paraphernalia of foreign trade; it is but in self-defense: she smells of sandalwood still. Her cults her shrines, her potentates, her very homes and villages, are only curious mysteries to Caucasian eyes. Yet theirs are roots before which the Christian faith is a seedling. There is no power in intercourse with the west...
Momentarily during this siesta the guarded grottos tremble with low thunder, and dying tones strike, now and then, out into the halls, like firecrackers on the morning of the Fourth. as the first mystic departs. It is a votive offering to the God of Chance, done with an artful restraint. In it there is not the exuberance of Bacchic indulgence, nor the incessant drumming and tapping of a dance. There is one vigorous thunder-clap, worked by unseen soles upon the floor; and that is all. It ascends to the ceiling; worn faces twist half-concernedly about; the sacred door...
...handling of our somewhat prosaic mother tongue. I think your ability in this line reached its climax in your issue of Nov. 16, p. 20, col. 3, when you say, "The thunder that darkly strode from the organ pipes . ..." Ah! that I might have been there to see! Weird, mystic shapes, tremulous, vibrant, sonorous, which "strode" with intangible form down the dim cathedral aisles. Why, friends, I am 77 years old and I haven't had such a thrill (literary thrill) since, at the age of ten, I read about "an arm clothed in samite?mystic, wonderful!" Joking aside, please...