Word: sleeps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...subway to Wall Street, visited other business districts, the Aquarium, Bellevue Hospital (which awed them), Radio City, headquarters of the Consolidation (Rockefeller) Coal Co. (which owns some of their mines). In rapid succession during the next six days, pausing only to eat and take a few winks of sleep, Morgantown's children rode a tug around New York Harbor, where the girls hallooed at sailors on U. S. warships, inspected the Europa, bridges, power plants, tenements, museums, topped a whole day of sightseeing with a whole night of prowling through riverfront markets...
...children are afraid of the night; when they grow up, they are still afraid, but more afraid of admitting it. In this frightening darkness men lie down to sleep and dream. Generations of diviners, black magicians, fortune tellers and poets have made night and dreams their province, interpreting the troubled images that float through men's sleeping minds as omens of good & evil. Only of late have psychologists asserted that dreams tell nothing about men's future, much about their hidden or forgotten past. In dreams, this past floats, usually uncensored and distorted, to the surface of their...
This week, for the first time, a writer had attempted to make articulate this wordless world of sleep. The writer is James Joyce; the book, Finnegans Wake-final title of his long-heralded Work in Progress. In his 57 years this erudite and fanciful Irishman, from homes in exile all over Europe, has written two books that have influenced the work of his contemporaries more than any others of his time: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, the best of innumerable novels picturing an artist's struggle with his environment; Ulysses, considered baffling and obscure...
...characteristic trick. Besides reminding readers that they are in for an Irish evening, his title might be taken as a simple declarative sentence meaning that Finnegans wake up. Hence the implication: ordinary people (such as his hero) do not; the nightmare existence of Everyman ends merely in a deeper sleep...
...some turbulent life going on around him, which he dimly apprehends but in which he takes no part -as Finnigan might semiconsciously register the fighting and weeping over his bier. And there is a suggestion that as the dream ends, life itself ends, in the utter and profound sleep of death...