Word: sorrowingly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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More subtle is the latest story, "Dis-order and Early Sorrow" (1926) in which nothing happens so melodramatic as suicide, in fact nothing at all, except convulsive disappointment in a child's soul. Professor Cornelius looks on complacently at the party his two older children are giving to a post-War medley of friends. He notices one of them, an actor, carries with him not only the sadness of his tragic roles, but on his cheekbones a touch of carmine that was obviously of cosmetic origin. And the professor wonders vaguely why the young man "did not cling either...
Each figure expressed an individual passionate sorrow, yet there was swaying and swooning in groups. It was extraordinarily well done. Responsible for the dramatic composition and the stage direction was Miss Irene Lewisohn.* The voices of invisible singers mingled with the orchestral sounds. The Rembrandt-like picture on the stage was but one more instrument. Conductor Nikolai Sokoloff was at his best; connoisseurs called him great...
...resignation to evil is in Shylock's limbs, and that this play is leaving the category of the one-part show. When Lorenzo has flown with Jessica and the old man knocks at the door of his house, there is no crescendo from wonder to premonition to fear to sorrow, no last, wild "Jessica!" He waits, one hand in his old brown gown, even drifts into reverie. He knocks again, no louder. As his knuckles strike, the curtain slowly falls...
...their wake. The effect of their flight is felt in the farthest corners of civilization. To some it brings fame and money. To rivals it brings disappointment. To the daring it brings danger. To the glib it brings endless speeches. To one, needlessly, it brings death. To many, sorrow...
...boast is not entirely unjustified by the acid sorrow of this play which examines the interval in a man's life between his failure in love and his suicide. Drinking with a shifty little crony, talking to a good-natured whore, working with meticulous figures in a bank-all the activities of living assume for him the shrill, bloodcurdling futility of the little drumming dance he plays, from time to time, on the high notes of a piano...