Word: paule
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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French Ambassador M. Paul Claudel, famed poet, philosopher, mystic. A chubby, bald, scraggly-mustached man, he is so shy that formal diplomatic entertainments are obnoxious to him. In Japan, his last ambassadorial post, he was almost a national hero because of his literary achievements, his appreciation of difficult Oriental art. Last week he said: "I shall not surrender a privilege of so many years' standing...
...place. They turned to old M. Vincent d'Indy, writer of symphonies of great fame, excellence, popularity. But old M. d'Indy would have none of it. Sternly he spoke: "I am 78 years old?it is really a little late to think of me." The next choice, Composer Paul Dukas, protested that the Institut was making fun of him. So, finally, the Institut turned to the man whom many regard as, next to Pole Paderewski the greatest French composer?Maurice Ravel...
From the Government benches across the House came an immediate answer? decisive, sudden bullets flew six times from the blue-steel barrel of an automatic pistol coolly aimed by Deputy Punica Ratchitch. Each bullet found a man and brought him down, wounding four, killing two. Paul Raditch, nephew of Stefan and father of seven, was one of those who died. Stefan Raditch crumpled with a bullet in his stomach. Fifty days later, in Zagreb, Croatian Capital, he died. That was last summer. To Croats, still, the name Raditch means Hero and Martyr. They gather in thousands to cry "Zhivoi Raditch...
...Story. The net effect is feverish horror. Surcease is afforded bY Paul's leave, by a stolen feast, by the men's comradeship, by their tender care of the absurdly young recruits, by mild affairs with several motherly prostitutes...
...Scene. "We" are the older soldiers (Tjaden, Westhus, Detering, Katczinsky) and the 19-year-old ones (ex-students all: Kropp, Muller, Leer, and "myself"? Paul Baumer). We are at the Western Front. We feel the Front in our blood. Shells whistle, our senses sharpen. We feel the animal in us. we want to hide in the earth. An uncertain red glow spreads along the skyline before us. Great heavies boom like an organ. Smaller shells howl, pipe, hiss. Searchlights sweep the dark sky, halt, quiver on a black insect? the airman. He falls. A bell rings?Gas! I remember...