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Irregular Cow. Like the artists of Japan, he was fascinated with detail-every petal on the flower, every insect in the grass. He painted cows endlessly (he was born in the Year of the Cow), gave them such childlike titles as The Calf Doesn't Want to Go. "The horse is a splendid animal, but the cow is irregular. You can make more out of it," he said. In an early self-portrait of himself as a golfer, he made himself look like a Japanese war lord, his mashie like a samurai sword...
...Mimbo. Durrell seems to lend his animals the qualities of far-out British eccentrics. There was the egg-eating snake which absorbed the yolk and white, regurgitated the crushed shell. There was Bug-Eyes, the needle-clawed female lemur, who daintily dabbed at her petal-thin ears with a drop of her own water as if applying perfume. But the most colorful character in the book is not an animal but the Fon of Bafut, a royal hedonist with a joyous appetite for women, dance, song and drink, in the form of tumblers of Scotch, gin and mimbo, the native...
...scraped with a three-pronged scraper early in the morning, and the opium taken off with a knife before noon and wrapped in a poppy petal [see cut]. Stopping the opium trade is only half the problem. It is necessary to give these people other sources of income, as opium has been traditionally their source for trade goods. They get a low price for it, the profit going to unknown people further down the drug train...
Salemme's colors were almost always beautiful and bright, hence the subtlety of their effect: he pictured nightmares in the sunshine, petal-hued evils, well-scrubbed and enameled enigmas. His art gives vividly the same confusing message that he once put into words. "Life," Salemme wrote, "has infinite doors to beckon with, and each day reveals new doors, and men continue to pass through new doors, and we live in an age when men are no longer content with discovering new doors, but have begun to close them and erect them around themselves. But there is no escape from...
...they heard the piercing wails of ancient reed pipes and flutes. Priests in multicolored robes raised high their offerings-bean cake, teal ducks, brightly polished apples, flasks of rice wine. A special envoy of Emperor Hirohito bore a green, silk-covered chest emblazoned in gold with the Imperial 16-petal chrysanthemum seal. The celebration's chief speaker, Kashihara's Mayor Saburo Yoshikawa, 41, who has exchanged his Japanese Imperial General Staff major's uniform for white gloves and morning coat, was in excellent form. "It is only human nature to love one's country," he cried...