Word: pathe
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...gets a chance to live, so busy is he kept recalling childhood experiences. Mr. O'Hara, in Appointment in Samarra, has employed this technical device to explain the temperament of his hero, Julien English. And here is Victoria Lincoln, following along in what is, by now, a well worn path. Her novel would have suffered little by the omission of Vergil Harris' reveries. I do not contest the truth of the method. I merely suggest that it is not universal outside of novels, and that it is becoming a little shopworn...
...youth, Octavian, has spent the night with the Marschallin. Trapped there in the early morning, he hastily dons petticoats, pretends to be a maid. Enter a fat old Baron who promptly sets to ogling and tweaking her (him). From then on the amorous Baron is never sure whether his path is being crossed by a lovely maid or a courtly rival. True love, young, starlit and sudden, comes to the stage when Octavian, clad in shining satin and bearing a silver rose, is sent to ask a rich young heiress to marry the Baron. Most operas end tragically but when...
...March there was another row at the baroness'. Scrambling down a rocky path to investigate, the Wittmers found wild-eyed Rudolph Lorenz standing by a deserted disordered shack. There had been a fight, said he, and the baroness and Philippson had gone off "on an American yacht" to start another colony in the South Seas...
Completing the traditional "once around the reservoir," Editor Leach bounced along the West Drive toward a Park exit, thinking of the anti-Crime indignation he hoped to arouse. Suddenly two men jumped from the shrubbery into his path. One pinioned Editor Leach's arms, forced him to his knees. The other mercilessly drove his fists again &again into Editor Leach's face, closed both his eyes. The ruffians took Editor Leach's wallet, containing $40, and his gold watch, chain & penknife which his wife had given him before they were married. By the time the editor recovered...
...proper sights but it was the least thing that set him philosophizing. In Toledo's Escorial he pondered the English novel; at Ubeda a dusty image of Christ in purple silk pants struck a chill into his warm feeling that Spain was more nearly in the right path than her more progressive neighbors. At Jerez de la Frontera he sipped sherry in cool warehouses, thought of Falstaff. whose favorite tipple was sherris sack. A tavern-keeper in Cadiz seemed to Traveler Tomlinson to speak for the nation when he said, with a shrug: "That revolution was nothing...