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...they go through a pretty little park near Paris, holding hands and mooning. "You'll be 36," she murmurs dreamily, "when I'm 18. He bends and kisses her hair. Tenderly as a mother she holds his head and tells him that he looks like "un enfant perdu. Seductively as a mistress she lies on the soft sward, tells him that something touched her shoulders in a dream-"and I thought it was your lips." His lips quiver...
...Tarentella (1937) of Randal Thompson uses a Hilaire Belloc poem dedicated to the temps perdu of greengrocers everywhere. Thompson's setting deliberately employs the most outrageous musical cliches; it satirizes the maudlin text, yet simultaneously renders it--however grudingly--a sympathetic validation...
MILTON AVEUGLE DICTA NT 'LE PARADIS PERDU' A SES FILLES. Jim finally located Niobe in the 42nd Street Library copying Munkacsy's painting of Milton in his blindness dictating to his daughters. She got away. Next time Niobe turned up was at memorial cervices for Bloodgood H. Cutter, "the Long Island Farmer Poet." As Mrs. Bertha K. Hollings of Butte, Mont., she said a few words in honor of Cutter's memory, ran away when Jim chased her. Soon afterward she emerged as "Miss Sanderson," evangelist for the Society for the Preservation of Happiness...
...small yacht, aboard which he used to receive the neurasthenic Marcel Proust, transported at night from Paris to the sea in a favorite taxicab. Helleu is said to have been, in part, the inspiration for the painter Elstir in Proust's great A la Recherche du Temps Perdu. Helleu often visited the U.S., saw much of the Francophile architect Whitney Warren. Warren got Helleu to design the starry blue heavens which can still be seen, faded and streaked, on the main ceiling of Manhattan's Grand Central Terminal...
Bowditch's first voyage took him to the French Isle of Bourbon (now Reunion) in the Indian Ocean. It was exotic after Salem, but not as exotic as Bowditch seemed to the French when he blushed at their conversations. "Il n'a pas encore perdu sa pucelage," a Frenchman explained to a French lady. "Quelle âge avez-vous, monsieur?" she asked Bowditch. "Twenty-three." The French lady threw up her hands: "C'est une chose absolument impossible de conserver la pucelage á cette...