Word: thanks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Sirs: Thank you very much for publishing my letter of recent date in your "worthy" magazine. I consider it a great compliment, but would appreciate your reply as to your reason for labeling it as "Humbug" and for leaving out passages which I considered essential toward bringing out my point. My opinions are always subject to correction, and if there is any suggestion you have to offer as to why they are faulty, I shall be very grateful to you. Can you furnish any sound reason as to why I should embrace a deity which offers no evidence of existence...
...when a neighboring Count Visapur went unrestrained although he used to decorate his garden with pedestals on which stood all day statues improvised out of living serfs, stripped and painted white. In that era, Baron Wrangel's Aunt Jeanne would say, if anyone asked her the time, "Thank God, I have never been compelled to learn that!" and would display her watch to a serf who would announce the hour...
Miss Haldane has sympathy both for George Eliot and for her times. She says of the novelist's unsuccessful attempts at verses, "we have to thank their author for raising her eyes to the stars even if, like the old philosopher, her footsteps sometimes stumbled on the ground." She is at her best in discussing the novels; frankly stating the defects of each and the length and the occasional excursions into philosophy which hold off the modern reader, she yet brings out strongly the beauty, truth and power of the author at her best. She writes as one who admires...
...accused her of intimacy with 42 gentlemen, and she had replied in kind with a list of 142 ladies. The sensation, at the time, was international, if not cosmic. Yet the Court asked last week: "Have you a hus-band?" Sari Fedak (shrugging a black, snaky shoulder): "Thank God, no!" The Court: "Have you any physical defects?" Sari Fedak (relaxing in her chair, replying in a sultry tone): "Certainly not-unless in my brain." Ah, reflected the auditors, more than one brain had been turned by Sari Fedak. Does not Count Emerich Dagenfeldt, now an old man, dwell locked...
Wagging his long silky locks, Mr. Stokowski discussed the audience. A balcony voice cried out, "Thank all of us!" but the silky locks wagged again. No, Mr. Stokowski was going to make distinctions. He looked up at the cheapest seats and said: "I have frequently ridden past the Academy two or three hours before a concert, and seen you standing there ... in cold, snow, sleet and rain. This shows you love music. . . . It has meant a lot to me. . . . Encouraged...