Word: souls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...last January. Like prosperous Mrs. McPherson the stripling girl has the knack of exciting Pentecostal frenzies from her auditors, of throwing them into thaumaturgic fits. Warren Badenock Straton, 19, third son of the pastor (the sons are Rev. Hillyer Hawthorne, John Charles, Warren Badenock, George Douglas) had had his "soul saved" in this fashion. The Monday night Bible class had sought "saving" to such an extent that the deacons had ordered class sessions discontinued at 10 p. m. Mondays. (This was after they had discovered members of the class sprawled deliriously on the church building floor...
...country. We have many troubles, but it is my country. If they put me out, what will I do? I cannot imagine myself 'Englishman or Frenchman or American, because I am Russian." "I think I do not do a crime in my conscience, in my soul I know I do not do a crime. But I am distressed...
Which last two genres suggest his true ability. Mr. Butler is a gentle, observing, whimsical soul who has taken to literature for the same reason people take to playing the base viol. In creating, and he sometimes does, the atmosphere of trot fishing, poker playing, whimsy, he amuses. But the amusement has the solidity and permanence of prune whip. Also one always realizes that prunes are the basic element in the concoction...
...until 1925 was there definite proof that Thomas Mann had entered into the didactic and reflective period of his life. "The Enchanted Mountain" has nothing to do anymore with actions and happenings of which Buddenbrooks are as full as an old chronicle. It is purely experience of the soul, action-or not even that,-reflection of the mind. Seven years, spent in a sanitarium in the Swiss Mountains-what can you expect of such an absurd period in a man's life? But that is what the book is written around, a wonderful book, full of contemplative thought, of dialectic...
...palaver. Then something happened. I remember one day I got kind of a desperation, I put down some lines in a notebook, 'I am the poet of slaves and of the masters of slaves. I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the soul.' That was the beginning of the Leaves . . . Leaves of Grass is more of a person than a book...