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...give me a son." She smiles weakly and replies: "Later, if it's all the same to you." And on the side of spectacle the picture provides plenty of snazzy swordsmanship and some attractive Eastman Color. In the last reel, indeed, the screen divulges an image of luminous splendor: in death the pallid Claudia, swathed in red velvet and shimmering with stolen gems, lies sleeping in the moonlight in a golden carriage, lies sleeping like a princess in a legend while her glowing hearse rolls richly through the darkness and sinks down down down into the still black crystal...
Faulkner was first of all a social historian of matchless accuracy and sweep in capturing the detail of the way life in the Deep South was, and often still is, for whites and Negroes, rednecks and aristocrats, farmers and townspeople. He was also a raconteur of hallucinatory splendor and sudden mirth. But primarily, Faulkner chronicled and explicated the mind and conscience-and something deeper than conscience or even consciousness-of the white Southerner. In effect, his exploration was an exploration of himself. This is one of the most difficult things to do honestly, and one of the most significant...
...lifework of a man who was a freethinker in his youth. The Te Deum includes a most urgent prayer, and Verdi asked that the music be buried with him. Carlo Maria Giulini leads the Philharmonia Orchestra and Chorus (240 voices) in a stereophonic recording that matches the soaring splendor of the music...
...very air we breathe are threatened with pollution. Our parks are overcrowded and our seashore overburdened. Green fields and dense forests are disappearing. A few years ago we were concerned about the Ugly American;* today we must act to prevent an Ugly America. For once our natural splendor is destroyed, it can never be recaptured. Once man can no longer walk with beauty or wonder at nature, his spirit will wither and his sustenance be wasted...
...license as ship's captain, though he has never set foot on an oceangoing deck. At 60 he "retires" to the seaside resort of Periperi, with silver hair, splendiferous uniforms, and an inexhaustible fund of nautical whoppers ranging from heroic shipwreck to Arab dancers of more than Oriental splendor in bed. One fine day Vasco is asked to take command of a real ship. Unrattled, the sofa salt mounts the bridge, delegates all authority to the chief mate-until a moment arrives when he cannot escape command. But the very elements conspire to make him a hero...