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...faces, they streamed past upon the streets forever, like a single animal, with the sinuous and baleful convolutions of an enormous reptile. And the magical and shining air-the strange, subtle and enchanted weather, was above them, and the buried men were strewn through the earth on which they trod, and a bracelet of great tides was flashing round them, and the enfabled rock on which they swarmed swung eastward in the marches of the sun into eternity, and was masted like a ship with its terrific towers, and was flung with a lion's port between its tides...
...Oglethorpe (TIME, Aug. 6). The slender young man who stepped off was Nathan Yagol, instructor in Chemistry at neighboring Emory University. Instructor Yagol started across the campus toward the auditorium. Invited to address the International Relations Club, he had small idea how the rest of Oglethorpe felt when he trod the campus. Two things are hated by all good Oglethorpe men and Instructor Yagol represented both of them. One is Emory University, which Oglethorpe's ebullient President Thornwell Jacobs once accused of running an "Al Capone racket" to keep Oglethorpe graduates out of teaching jobs in Atlanta schools...
With Road of Ages Author Nathan hits a wholly serious, grave note even though he is still technically engaged in writing fantasy. The book's title refers to the path to exile which the Jew has trod in many ages, from the time Edward I drove him out of England down to the latest edict of Realmleader Hitler. When Mr. Nathan picks up the thread of this millennial-long Diaspora, every country on the face of the earth, with the single exception of Mongolia, has ordered the Jews into banishment. Readers first meet the race in Road of Ages...
...since 1844 has a Great Auk (Alca impennis) trod the earth. It was a large flightless sea bird, slightly smaller than a goose and more docile. An expert swimmer and diver, its feet hurt so much that it often lay stretched prone on the rocks. The Auk laid only one egg a year but no two eggs were ever alike in size, shape or color...
...Critic is indeed deeply mortified to learn that it has trod on the toes of Mother Advocate. Certainly this was not its aim. From the beginning we have had not the slightest desire to bait a magazine so steeped in literary tradition and so encumbered with debts. But since Mr. H. M. Wade seems inclined to issue forth from behind the barricades conveniently provided by time and his creditors I suppose we upstarts must defend ourselves...