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Churchill glanced around the bar: "You know, as I look at this room and think back over my long association with this House, I think that this is a pretty good pub." Britain's great man, thinking of the English publican's insistent cry at closing time when reluctant customers must be urged out into the night, gazed dreamily at the ceiling and added: "And as I look at the faces in the House, I wonder why I should leave this pub until someone says, 'Time, please'-in somewhat stronger accents than those of my friends...
...disheartened by the wide spread between his critical and financial successes. His first show sold only four of his paintings for a total of $336, but that was enough to pay for his room in Kensington, his food, an occasional night at the local pub, cigarettes and hardboard (cheaper than canvases) for six months. His second show has sold only three pictures, for $315, to private collectors. Says Smith defiantly: "I don't care whether I sell my pictures or not. I know I've got to paint them, and paint them that...
...whose three daughters have reached the physical age for marriage. Father, however, has reached the mental age where he cannot let them go, especially when a substantial marriage portion goes with each one. The old terror stalks from his "rightful 'ome comforts" to his "reasonable refreshment" at the pub, bragging in one place about his eminence in the other, while his daughters run the business for him and see their suitors...
...gnawing migraine, a mere stump of a left arm. Honorably discharged but too beaten up to realize the fact. Ferdinand goes to London, where he makes a beeline for the French "colony" on the river ("That's what they call the Thames"). In a dockside pub he teams up with Boro, a sleazy French pianist "who was in the habit of wearing plum derbies...
...crazed man runs to an echoing valley and there hurls the 23rd Psalm against the ringing hills solely to hear the answering sound of his own distorted voice. In a drunken revel, O'Herlihy re-creates in his cave all the roistering cheerfulness of an Elizabethan pub, but this ends, too, in a disillusion so great that he walks blindly into the surf, bearing aloft a blazing torch. When he drops the brand into the sea, it is as though his own humanity were extinguished...