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...illustration, as though he were an Eastern Aubrey Beardsley or Arthur Rackham. Not so. In fact, he was nearer to being a cross, improbable as it may sound, between Audubon and Vincent Van Gogh. When Jakachū painted the arrogant feathers of a cock's ruff, each sharp quill imbued with fiery distinctness, he could give them the vitality of a Van Gogh sunflower. His range of notation, the "handwriting" that constitutes larger shapes, was astounding-as a scroll of shells and coral branches, stranded on a tidal beach among outrunning threads of water, attests. The aim of such...
...94th Congress convened, its arcane opening ritual smacked quaintly of quill pens and snuff. Indeed, the Senate's two snuff boxes were freshly filled as the ten new and 23 re-elected Senators filed down the aisle in groups of four to take their oaths of office and bask in the standing applause of their colleagues. In the House, Democrat Carl Albert and Republican John Rhodes withdrew from the chamber as that body staged its selection of the Speaker. When the foregone vote was over, Rhodes graciously introduced Winner Albert as "my good friend, the leader for all members...
Somehow or another this all seemed almost a pity. If Harvard had to have a fly fishing club, it's a good thing that somebody named Geordie Thomson would be the president of the thing. After all, Geordie Thomson's name sounds like a trout fly, somewhere between a Quill Gordon and a Grey Ghost. Conversations could run like...
...songbook is the music of Ludwig van Beethoven ("The Fifth Symphony," "Missa Solemnis"), another talented foreigner. In fairness to editor Michael Scheff, it must be noted that Beethoven disliked the telephone and refused to compose for it. (Late in his life, Beethoven is reported to have smashed his quill down on his writing table and shouted, "This damn phone is no damn use. It never rings!") But while the dearth of foreign compositions might be understandable, it is no less regrettable. Reading the book, one feels the same sense of loss a young man feels after missing his train home...
...sentiment. Her pauses, her inflections, and her iterations of the simple expletive "so" are indescribably funny. One notices her sly smile on penning "For Mister Horner," one senses her giddy excitement on being able to write her own letter, one enjoys her unconscious tickling of her nose with the quill, one shares her gleeful success at hiding the dictated letter under Pinchwife's very wig. Miss Shelley gives an exhibition of consummate artistry...