Word: sayed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...magazine. But when creations such as Austryn Wainhouse's "Selection: The Peripateties," typical of that irritating sort of writing that requires the reader to approach it as if it were a puzzle, continue to appear in magazine after magazine, there is good reason to offer a hesitant objection. I say hesitant, because baffled as surely I am as to the meaning of this story, I cannot say honestly whether my reaction is the result of my own confusion or of the author's. But it is one or the other, and the sort of writing that forces such a choice...
Counterbalancing the Kirkland Report is a female interpretation, a "broad view" of Kirkland. This should not be confused with a comprehensive view, say the editors, but the outlook is a refreshing one (see cut) and prospective buyers are assured these pages are easy to find. Little pre-publication dope was available but it appears that although this section of the Testament is unsigned, it was written by somebody...
...cause the deaths? No one could say for sure; the three patients who died after injections were very ill anyway. The FDA analyzed some of the bottles, found they contained a pyrogenic (fever-causing) substance. When laboratory rabbits were injected with the solution, half died, half got sick...
...English at Vanderbilt (with time out for World War I) for 23 years. Until the Fugitives woke him from his "dogmatic slumber," Ransom was a conventional teacher who took few pains to inspire his students. The bumptious crop of younger Fugitives stimulated him both as poet and teacher. Ransom, say his admirers in the Sewanee Review, did not try to dominate; he attained more enduring effects by the example of his intellectual decorum, the flavor of his conversation, the elegance of his craft...
...wonder the government regarded Henry as "an unsafe man" and consistently refused to promote him beyond a certain point. Much wonder that he was able to say, "When I sit in the garden in the cool of the evening ... I feel as if I never could go home. India has burnt itself into me and I dread the cold and wet country of my birth...