Word: spading
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Albert Schweitzer runs his hospital. The sanitary arrangements were "picturesque," but the picture Gunther leaves of the grand old doctor seizing a spade to encourage his leper workmen ("Allez-vous OPP, allez-vous OPP-upp-OPP . . .") stands out like a flame in the forest...
...year D.P. camp detention which is all but automatic for escapees from the East. Last week on Poland's Radio Homeland, one Stefan Michalsky." onetime Voice of America announcer, took to the air to say the Vistula never looked lovelier, and to urge "engineers working with a spade, and starving teachers living on scanty benefits in Western Germany" to join him "at home, where work awaits...
...strength and weakness of Mother & Son lie, as always in a Compton-Burnett novel, in the long dialogues in which characters of every age vie with one another in calling a spade a spade, thereby turning it into a hatchet. Sometimes the talk is mere tasty acid drops ("I have not the courage to live on charity ..." "I have the courage but not the chance"); sometimes it is compactly expressive of universal human attitudes ("Let me persuade you to try our fruit. We can buy much better, but we take a pride in our own"). Many of the remarks...
Boundless wealth, he kept assuring Mette (who resolutely sat tight in Denmark), was just around the corner-in Tobago, for instance, where they would "have to do nothing but dig up gold with a spade and shovel." Gauguin actually got as far as Panama on their Tobago road, but the only gold he managed to dig up was the navvy's pay Gauguin got for working on the new canal. From there he pushed on to Martinique: "Paradise, after Panama," he wrote. And the women! "Pretty, my goodness! . . . They do their best to enslave me." Gauguin finally settled down...
Maurits Cornells Escher (rhymes with mesher) looks like an El Greco cardinal in modern mufti. A gaunt, stooped 56, he wears his white spade beard, sport jacket and grey flannels with the air of a severe fellow who knows what matches what. Odd yet precise matches are Escher's forte. An exhibition of his woodcuts and lithographs in Washington last week featured flights of birds set off against schools of fish, lizards spinning in polyhedrons through the night sky, eerie figures climbing both the top and bottom sides of stairs. His art, as clear and cold as snowflakes...