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...done his real work beyond easy symbolism and easier outrage, in the Dickensian world of created character. He is what a writer should be, no pamphleteer but a patient and compassionate exhibitor of the tender and grisly oddments that find themselves locked up, helter-skelter, in the strange rag-and-bone shop of the human heart...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Rag Shop of the Heart | 4/10/1964 | See Source »

...long after the oxen in jangling chains shafted road and tore the earth as they pulled the felled trunks to the water.... But the stream endured that too, it was granted one last fringe of privacy, one forest ribbon for its sequestering. So the water was left with a rag of honor and nothing of its former magnificence...

Author: By Richard Andrews, | Title: Lion Rampant | 2/29/1964 | See Source »

...stock-car racing champion for 1962 and 1963 (last year's earnings: $58,110), a 17-year veteran who was known as "The Clown Prince" for his practical jokes, scorned the shoulder harness 80% of stock-car racing drivers wear, saying "when my time comes, no piece of rag's gonna save me"; of head and chest injuries inflicted when his 1964 Mercury crashed into a retaining wall during a race; at Riverside, Calif...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones: Jan. 31, 1964 | 1/31/1964 | See Source »

...chips who has been plopped into the show's continuity to provide flavorful exterior background to the otherwise indoor London setting of Terence Rattigan's story about an American girl and a Carpathian prince. With a big straw hat over her blonde hair, her clothing a rag sonata of browns and purples, her feet, encased in high button shoes, kicking up to show legs that would flatter a Tottenham Court soccer player, she belts out a medley of Noel Coward cockney songs-London Is a Little Bit of All Right, Saturday Night at the Rose and Crown-that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Broadway: The Divine Whiff | 1/17/1964 | See Source »

...little tufts of coarse red rag fluttered bravely on the tips of the fetish sticks which that morning had been set up in position around the arena. There was an expectant hush as the spectators, massed on the tiers of rock which formed the amphitheatre, settled in their places...

Author: By David J.M. Muffett, | Title: Reflections on a Harvard Tribal Gathering | 10/18/1963 | See Source »

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