Word: symbolical
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...reason, I conceive, the study of it is peculiarly valuable to a speaker of English. If one knows Latin, French is already half familiar. Though one be ignorant of Latin, one knows what is meant by "grande nation" or by "declaration d'independance". "Unabhangigkeitserklarung" is a decidedly more baffling symbol for the letter idea. Yet what, upon close attention, could be clearer? What joy is comparable to that of discovery? And what is more certainly the evidence of training than the habit of close attention? Linguistic discipline, like all discipline, is irksome; but like all discipline it is wholesome...
...state of affairs to be lamented, thinks Dr. Frank H. Vizetelly, managing editor of The New Standard Dictionary. Last week, he proclaimed, before the American Phonetic Society, that there should be a symbol for each and every sound, i. e., an English alphabet of four dozen, instead of two baker's dozen words...
...play. I do not blame him; in fact I should approve a temporary entombment of the word until we are able to see these plays in retrospect. Certainly it can not be called realism, that poetic articulation of the hero and that some what exotic and thoroughly ureal symbol of the moon. If the author sees fit to tumble houses in incoherent masses on his back-drop, if he chooses to induce the Russian quality of the Fates in the person of the garbage man, how can it be called realism? As for romanticism, and the sentiment that "The Moon...
When, in the course of human events, one age yields to the next, distance lends enchantment to bygone scenery. Andrew J. Volstead is no longer a contemporary symbol. He belongs to the past...
Wherever the name of popular writing is given, Mr. Wright stands as a symbol. From what some folk write of him, you would see him as a violent newspaper man sitting at his typewriter, spinning out stories to catch the popular mind and fill his own pocketbook. Long before one meets him, one is sure that he is nothing of the sort. Reading his novels is enough to convince any thinking person of his sincerity. Then, too, how could a man born in Rome, N.Y., who has been both landscape-gardener and preacher, be totally lacking in sincerity...