Word: tales
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...patron, the Earl of Southampton, for helping Essex plot against the Queen. In combination, these events seem to have left Shakespeare at times with a bleak view of man's fate, and a nausea of sex. No existentialist has found life more meaningless than Shakespeare's "tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing...
...Revels Ended. Shakespeare's own imagination invariably sweetened itself, for in the long run he never saw only the dark side of man-or woman. He retired to Stratford around 1611, his sense of evil seemingly muted, as is suggested by the enchanted isles, fairy-tale plots, masques and marvels of the last plays. For his final comment on man's existence in The Tempest (1611), Shakespeare returned instinctively to the stage with its quality of make-believe...
...Tale of a Spectrum. Minkowski still did not know the distance from earth of the colliding galaxies. Further exposures, up to nine hours long, gave photographs of their spectrum. The familiar spectral lines had shifted far into the red. According to the theory of the expanding universe, a red shift means that the photographed object is moving away from the observer with a speed proportionate to the shift. In this case the galaxies appeared to be receding at the extraordinary speed of 90,000 miles per second-about 46% of the speed of light which, according to Einstein...
Jessica tells her tale with girlish gush, brilliantly preserved a generation after the events, and there is enough intra-family whimsy to stop A. A. Milne him self in his Teddy bear tracks. They all had special names: the narrator is "Little D." to "Muv," and "Decca" to the rest of the world. They even had a private language, examples of which are merci lessly given. It is all very charming at first, but less so when Decca and Boud (big, "sullen," "baleful" Unity) get past the hair-pulling stage and make the big world their playroom. Boud took...
...book of high quality in the time it takes an ordinary author to write a letter asking his publisher for an advance, and the range of his comfortable erudition is bewildering. His present book is, like its predecessors, unlike its predecessors-a translation of a tragicomic 19th century Spanish tale of high deeds, broken hearts and bloody deaths. The territory is strange to the modern reader, but Graves, both as translator and author of the introduction, is an effective guide...