Word: oneness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Friar's Secret. Before they had gone far, Coronado's men began to distrust everything Fray Marcos had told them. Instead of the one "small hill" that he had reported between them and Cibola, they found almost impassable mountains. Machetes had to be used to hack a way along roads he had called "good." But Marcos remained cheerful. What seemed like outrageous hardship to the tenderfoot caballeros was easy going for the hardy friar, veteran of long treks through Peru and Central America. Besides, he had his secret. The royal road to riches he had talked about back...
...able a writer, Bowles fails to give his story much significance. Both Port and Kit are neurotic intellectual playchildren so short on real character and appeal that they seem hardly worth saving. The death of one and the madness of the other seem appropriate but by no means tragic ends. Much as she cares for Port, Kit makes love to his best friend and tripmate, Tunner, in a train compartment, again on a sand dune as Port lies dying. Kit and Port, with their indistinct backgrounds and motives, are largely novelist's puppets, and Tunner is a collard lightweight...
During his 54 years of life, Author Hearn seldom lacked inspiration of one sort or another: he managed to quarrel with just about everybody he met, for long periods slept with a loaded pistol under his pillow. Born in the Ionian Islands in 1850 of mixed Anglo-Irish and Maltese stock, he emigrated to the U.S. at 19, slept in Manhattan doorways and vacant lots, finally went West to Cincinnati in 1871 and got a job on the Enquirer. Color-conscious Cincinnati readers liked his lush accounts of the seamier side of Queen City life, but were rocked...
Quivering Nostrils. Lafcadio Hearn was a sight to see, and he knew it. One eye was blind and covered with a milky film; the other was "myopic and protruding, so that it looked like the single eye of an octopus." A short (5 ft. 3), slight man with a scraggly mustache, he made some people think of "a distorted brownie." The nostrils of his long aquiline nose quivered constantly, picking up odors that most people could not smell at all. Odors were his great passion. During his New Orleans period, he translated every article he could find in French periodicals...
...Adam's Rib," as the title might indicate, has to do with whether or not there is a difference between men and women, and it moves painfully along on this material until the end. There is a difference, though a small one, admits Katherine Hepburn. "Vive la difference," shouts Spencer Tracy as he closes the curtains on the old four poster. Then everybody goes home...