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...delighted and then, when I go home, and I reflect that the people who have been applauding me have received no benefit and that, indeed, whatever benefit they might have had, has been killed in the applause, I am sore at heart and I lament and I feel as though I had spoken altogether in vain." Scholar, he was lecturing to scholars. His words were not meat, he thought, for the hounds of the press and, with an almost pathetic earnestness, he tried to shoo them away.* First, the Dean insisted that the New Testament contained no detailed guidance either...
...renovation of the bridging of the Charles river which will be a material aid to University rowing has recently been announced. It has been decided that the old Cottage Farm bridge, which has long been an eye sore to travelers between Boston and Cambridge, shall be demolished and a modern structure of concrete and iron be erected in its place...
...Professor Baker the sorehead seems particularly sore. Of him he writes...
...Significance. Mr. Lewis once had a romantic twist (see Free Air, The Trail of the Hawk, The Job). Then discontent plagued him sore. He pickaxed through Main Street, spitted Babbitt. Now, slightly relieved but no whit satisfied, he hammers out a harsh heroism and lays it, hissing hot, to the flabby flank of Medicine. While he is thus occupied, his fancy is caught by a realist's dream of fair woman - wry little Leora. The satire is swift, sure, great in its age, and Leora, being of life, will outlive...
...with his friend Charles Brown in Hampstead, next door to a certain Mrs. Brawne "whose daughter senior," he wrote, "is, I think, beautiful and elegant, graceful, silly, fashionable and strange." He fell in love with this girl at once, she with him. Though circumstances?the increasing number of his sore throats, his intentness on his work, his need of money?kept them much apart, Keats' love for Fanny Brawne grew until it absorbed his life. One night, he rode on a stagecoach without his greatcoat, coughed a bright stain into his bedsheets. "I know the color of that blood...