Word: pater
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...succeed in making him think. His students felt for him afterwards the incommunicable affection they reserve for a great--I pick out the adjective, I use it deliberately--a great teacher . . . Well, there are still, no doubt, a number of pleasant gentlemen at Harvard who can chat about Pater's style and in the best English tradition invite their students to tea. I wonder how many composition teachers there are. Paul Driscoll...
...first half year. His courses will be on "The Modern English Novel" and "The Elizabethan Dramatists." An Englishman, Dr. Farmer graduated from the University of Manchester, and subsequently moved to France. His publications have concerned English Literature in the late 19th Century, particularly the works of Walter Pater, essayist and critic...
...those of you who are fathers and mothers. The story is the same as always. The kids drive the father half nuts because he is too strict with them. A couple of them get hurt, however, and in the throes of worry he repents and becomes the model pater familias. It is all entirely commonplace except for June Lang and Spring Byington...
...Plauti in theatre Sanders heri vidimus et omnes condiscipulos nostros snadere hortarique volumus ut vel hodie vel cras videant. Argumentum tamen huius fabulae vix necesse est nobis eloqui quippe quae simillima sit paene omnibus Plauti comediis; Philolaches enim, adulescens Athenaeus, absente patre amantem suam manumittit atque grandem impendit pecuniam. Pater Theopropides revenit. Tranio, servus et omnium actorum maxime alacer, hunc ludificatur, Philolachi succurrit. Terribilem larvam dicit domum Theopropides nune habitare. Mox tamen pater cognescit quid sit verum, nee minus filio dat veniam. Itaque, cum aulaeum tollitur, nemo histrionum non est felix et contentus...
...Walter Pater the expression meant, in a famed paragraph in his Renaissance, that: ''Hers is the head upon which all 'the ends of the world are come,' and the eyelids are a little weary. It is a beauty wrought out from within upon the flesh, the deposit, little cell by cell, of strange thoughts and fantastic reveries and exquisite passions. Set it for a moment beside one of those white Greek goddesses or beautiful women of antiquity, and how would they be troubled by this beauty, into which the soul with all its maladies has passed...