Word: scented
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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There were four of them in the mental ward. Old Max would imagine that he smelled the scent of pines, and he wouldbe back on Hill 299, fighting the Boche. Coselli listened to the charge of wild horses in his head. Bébert, a veteran of the Spanish civil war, kept hearing the laughter of the dead. The fourth patient, "the Druid," constantly saw beside him him the head of Christ, crowned with thorns and bleeding...
...they surrender to their manias, "one barking, the other whinnying, one a dog, the other a horse." And the wild, rhetorical prayer that Bébert casts up in his misery also speaks for Novelist Molaine: "Father here we are in the ooze, inert as fishes spawning. Our souls scent the mud, and our eyes are gradualIy closing to the light from the bank . . . Lighten us and regenerate us in the depths where we lie. Save us from darkness and the plague. Let us be filled with that better life towards which we yearn with palpitating gills . . . And take pity...
...body lay in the glare of spotlights, the huge grey head resting on a silken pillow, the chest of his simple, military tunic adazzle with medals and ribbons; others glinted on a pillow laid at the foot of his bier. Through the great hall floated the sickish scent of massed flowers, from Peking and all the conquered capitals of Eastern Europe, from Communist Parties all over, from Stalingrad and Stalino and Stalinabad and Stalinogrosk...
While in prison he wrote The Drinker, camouflaging the book by strewing its sentences through a bulky nonsense novel. Unscrambled after Fallada's death in 1947, this novel adds little to his reputation, but its suspiciously autobiographical scent and its candid odor of damnation suggest the careful note-taking of a house guest in Hell...
...much about elephants in the raw as anybody living. In the '30s, Animal Trader Carlo Hagenbeck sent him out to kidnap a few calves from the great herds which still roam the noxious swamps around Lake Chad, in North Central Africa. He lived for four years within scent of elephants -"I became an elephant myself." In Komoonl (Berberi dialect for elephant) he tells what it was like. Author Oberjohann is no scientist; some of his conclusions about the big animals will strain the faith of stay-at-homes. But he has written one of the most absorbing adventure stories...