Word: shalott
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...female who ventured to differ was regarded as at best a shrew and at worst a witch or even a vampire. He buttresses this argument with evidence from both high culture and high camp. He decries Henry James' Verena Tarrant (in The Bostonians) and Tennyson's Lady of Shalott for their dim-witted self- sacrifice, and he manages to get angry about even such endearing targets as Dracula and Trilby...
...with his chromaticism and unusual instrumental combinations in works like Rout (for ten instruments and a soprano who sings nonsense syllables) and A Colour Symphony. He later wrote film scores, notably for the 1939 H.G. Wells' fantasy Things to Come, ballet music (including The Lady of Shalott for the San Francisco Ballet) and an opera, The Olympians, with a libretto by J.B. Priestley. Named court composer in 1953, the musical equivalent of poet laureate, Bliss also composed dozens of pieces for royal occasions from the coronation of Queen Elizabeth to the wedding of Princess Anne...
...favorite daughter was beautiful but epileptic. The other daughter nearly married George Bernard Shaw but briefly married another seedy socialist comrade of Morris, grew a mustache and took up with an androgynous lady who wore tweed knickerbockers. In later life she took to impersonating the catatonic lady of Shalott and became both custodian of and exhibit at the Morris shrine at Kelmscott Manor...
Druids' Stones. Duncan Cameron's life has been a pastel daydream. His widowed mother has raised him in a pettishly feminine atmosphere; to the 13-year-old boy home is an "enchanted castle, like the Lady of Shalott's." When his mother dies and he rides off to his Uncle Gerald's shabby farm, the boy's heart twists in fear. He remembers Gerald as an ex-army man, redolent of polished leather, who fills him with indefinable alarm. Nevertheless, at first the orphan is surprised and delighted with his new home, relishes its bouncy...
...candlelight, by his comfortable hearth, he spins for them the shining web of his prose. Hardy is damned; Balzac exalted; one learns that the writing of George Eliot is "without pleasure," that boiled chicken has never appeared on the table of George Moore, that the Lady of Shalott, is the one poem whereby "poor Tennyson" justifies his existence, that shad, the finest of all fish, has not been eaten in London in the last fifty years. "I cannot write," says Mr. Moore. "I have lost my taste for reading; I can only think." Someone recently stated that Mr. Moore...