Word: sagas
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...Centuries. On the stage of a tiny Greenwich village theatre are set a series of platforms to represent the rooms of a smelly tenement. Through these rooms wanders the disjointed, often dismembered, saga of the sorrows of a Jewish immigrant family. Poverty, graft, prostitution, suicide are a few of the woes that befall. The play is given by The New Playwrights, all of whose theatricals are in the most modern manner. The New Playwrights do not cater to the general public; nor, in general, the public to The New Playwrights...
...unprecedented success of my magnum opus of last year. "The Forecast Saga, "had led to a popular clamor for a sequel, to called "The Silver Shovel." And I promised to write it, but the little woman has put her foot down. She says my life story must not appear, that she does not want to have to share me with all the world. Vainly I tried to argue that there was enough of me to go round. "If there is, " I said, "something in my story that makes young hearts beat faster, is it fair not to give...
...general, any "complete version" recites the beauty and whimsicality of the heroine, her generous disposition towards regiments and regiments of the military. No wedding is recorded, yet suddenly, almost miraculously, she brings forth a son called "the little Marine." His exploits are then made the subject of exhaustive saga, beside which the Rabelaisian Odysseys of Gargantua and Pantagruel dwindle to commonplace proportions...
...Author displays an intellect profound, searching, inclusive, an artistry profound and subtle in all his works. These in translation have been Royal Highness, ironic comment on the life of kings; Death in Venice, three short stories; Buddenbrooks, monumental saga of the 19th Century. Son of a merchant, Herr Mann had to write secretly at first, functioning ostensibly as a life insurance salesman...
...smoky barn-hall at Winchester. The roast boar's head is hewn to skull and tusks. Mead has been spilled on the oak and the king's strong-thewed companions, none over 30, sprawl, snore or listen intently to the end of a long-drawn saga sung by Maccus, the harper. They thump the board with their cups at the finish. The ladies, gathered apart, lament the saga's true-loving hero...