Word: stendhals
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...hack confronted him like matched pistols, and under the guns, he once wrote 28 operas in ten years. But now and then while on vacation from himself, Gioacchino Rossini wrote a great opera, and at such times there was no one like him The glory of this man." wrote Stendhal in 1823. "is only limited by the limits of civilization itself; and he is not yet 32." That same year Rossini pushed civilization's limits back an inch or two with a chef-d'oeuvre called Semiramide, a Golden Age work of such immense demands that...
Three of the four episodes comprise a movie that a Parisian goes to see one afternoon after a spat with his wife. The first is a grisly little playlet borrowed from Stendhal's Italian Chronicles, about an aging Venetian duchess who gets even with her handsome, young, philandering lover by having him chased by a band of cutthroats. He finds momentary sanctuary in a church where a funeral is in progress. But when he discovers the funeral is for him (a grim whimsy of the duchess'), he runs out and is run through by the bully boys...
...training missions at the Russian space center. During one long isolation test in a cramped training capsule, he combatted boredom by dancing and singing operatic arias with such gusto that scientists and doctors often gathered to listen. A voracious reader, Popovich is an admirer of Hemingway and Stendhal, can quote passages from the works of Soviet Poets Sergei Yesenin and Vladimir Mayakovsky. Ironically, both Yesenin and Mayakovsky committed suicide after becoming disenchanted with Communism...
...with Grandmother Marlene Dietrich ("The Kraut"), jovially referred to himself as Doctor Hemingstein or Old Ernie Hemorrhoid ("The Poor Man's Pyle"), and talked of his literary prowess in prizefighting terms: "I trained hard and I beat Mr. De Maupassant. I've fought two draws with Mr. Stendhal, but nobody is going to get me in any ring with Mr. Tolstoy unless I'm crazy or keep getting better...
...slavey, sometimes unpaid, in households selected by the nuns for Catholic respectability rather than the real virtue of charity. In telling the life of this simple, devout soul, her son avoids the curse of self-pity that afflicted even such masterly performers as Samuel Butler, Rousseau and Stendhal, not to speak of a swarm of modern confessionists. After writing his mother's life-partly, of course, as she told it to him-O'Connor has no pity left to spend on himself. "The gutter where life had thrown her was deep and dirty," he notes. But, like...