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...Arty" art has fallen into disrepute. In these days even such decorative sophisticates as Max Beerbohm steal their stencils from humanity. Aubrey Beardsley, before he died, ceased to laugh quite so gayly or wave so wildly. He joined the Roman Catholic Church and begged that all his bad and, above all, his obscene drawings, should be destroyed. " 'Fourmi!' quoted a biographer, ' n'insulte pas ces divines cigales...
...sleekest of nil Searpias, who wants the lady for himself. The second act will come with his melodramatic crescendoes. Tosca will surrender and Scarpia will supposedly draw up his pardon while Tosca's hand, fumbling, despairing, will find the carving knife on a supper table. She will stab him, steal away hugger-mugger to the condemned Cavaradossi. But Scarpia will have double-crossed her as he has hundreds of performances before, will have served his rival a real execution instead of the blank cartridges promised. And Tosca, her own murder discovered, will jump once more on to the operatic parapet...
...call this picture "A Man With a Guitar"?) Only a jury of painters would have discerned the subtlety of Ferrazzi's tall Italian woman, by far the best picture in the exhibition, which by an odd chance received first prize. From what tall church window did she steal the gown she wore the morning Ferrazzi thought of her, standing beside an open door? The woman, leading a baby girl, is about to go from one room into another. She is a woman of this age. Yet you have a feeling that in the room to which, next moment...
...vain," shouted the master of Italy, "did others try to steal the glory. ... I want to say in a voice of thunder that, Italy, it was you who were responsible for this glory!" He wished to recognize "with Roman justice" the merit of Nobile and his men, because "you, an Italian, planned the ship; you, an Italian, with other Italians, built it; and you, an Italian, with other Italians, wisely guided it to the end of the extraordinary voyage...
...quiet again, and a trickling of yellow river water in among the beans. Like the droplets that crawl into men's beards to soften them for shaving; like the droplets that stole into the wooden wedges of Egyptian quarrymen exhuming stone for the Pyramids; like droplets that will steal into compressed Chinese waterflowers to make them bloom in bowls on Occidental library tables-so stole droplets of the yellow Yangtze flood in between the starch layers of the Rhineland's myriad passive beans, making them swell and shoulder one another, making their mass bulge and press against...