Word: thunderstorms
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...Water, fire, and oil used to be our terrors, now they have become our servants. Even the thunderstorm is being used." Miss Royden then said that man has become a conquering spirit. He will not adapt himself to the world but will govern it. "A change has come, not into the universe or humanity; what has altered is the contact which is being established between the genius of man and the universe...
...which their mercurial doings are played against the less irregular pattern of the Frobishers outweighs and hides their unreality. The glow of "red sky at morning, shepherds' warning," pervades the pages of the book, rising to a sultry heat at noon, and sinking to the destined thunderstorm at the end of the short astonishing day. Never attaining the complete objectivity that is the property of most great writing, Author Kennedy balances her characters against each other, slanting her satire at each through the minds of the others. Her work has not yet reached independence of period or place...
...greatest song writer." Both were German contemporaries, both suffered cruel affliction, neither married. With that the similarity ends. Where Beethoven, the austere, cried out in the music of every man's sorrow, Schubert, the gentle, preferred a lyrical opiate. Where Beethoven, the Master, died amidst reverence in a thunderstorm, Schubert, the unknown, passed away in ignominy. It is said that they met on one occasion when Schubert, struggling against shyness, made bold to visit the leonine Beethoven. Beethoven, as was his custom, received all visitors with overwhelming cere mony. Schubert was awed by the torrential welcome and when Beethoven...
...study in novelists' materials. Reeds, rushes, weatherbeaten barns, pebbled beaches, a whitish sea, gulls and blackbirds gliding and skimming from foam-splashed boulder to knotted and salt-rimed stump, broken love to the tattoo of sympathetic rains and a pathological religions mania to the cresendo of a venegeful thunderstorm, delight the eye and, chaotically enough, provoke the emotions but the relation of these things to a masterful novel is less than that of sand to granite. Not only should, in this case the parts or particles cohere more closely but there might well be other elements sifted in. One fails...
...express the U. S; in its own terms of steel, machinery, physical strength, without employing jazz. To this end he has created a symphony of percussion instruments, ten mechanical pianos, several xylophones, assorted bells, wind machines, aeroplane propellers, etc., abjuring completely more lyrical aids. The ballet is a thunderstorm of noise lasting a quarter-hour. Carnegie Hall, jammed to the guards, sat quite still for perhaps two minutes. Then men began shouting across the auditorium. Paper darts sailed down from the galleries. Some people rammed their fists against their ears. Two women jumped up and left the room, running. Pandemonium...