Word: twilighter
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Ancestors of the newt, the polliwog, the lizard and the water-snake, thoughtless creatures that swam in the shallow seas that covered the world in time's twilight until, stranded on limacious, shelving beaches left by those waters as the sun sucked them away, they died and turned to stone . . . enormous land beasts that shouldered through the early jungles of the world or straddled, whinnying, its ice-blistered rocks - the Dinosaurus, the Brontosaurus and the ringstreaked Lehthyornis, strange fowl: these were, last week, loaded tenderly into 40 trucks, moved into the new building of the Peabody Museum at Yale...
...Rheingold. To the river-nymphs who lodge in twilight on the Rhine's green bottom, comes Alberich, a dwarf, whose ears have been pierced with the sweetness of their music and whose eyes have been dazzled by the gold over which they watch. In mockery they tell him that, if he forswears love, he will have power to steal the Rheingold; that if he steals the Rheingold, he will "own the world and all its mighty power." Alberich scrambles to the gold, curses love, vanishes. He has his brother Mime hammer the gold into a helmet which makes him invisible...
There was not a whisper in the gallery. They had it all to themselves. Outside, the grey skies of Northamptonshire cast a twilight about the old house, blurring the trees that lined the avenue up which no one came. Everyone else, indeed, had gone long ago, but still they stayed-beauties, wits, gallants, a decent sheet pulled over the face of each in the silence and shadow of the voiceless gallery...
...dress for dinner. They did not go because they had lent their faces to the Loan Exhibition of the Society of the Art Patrons of America. In one corner stood Otto H. Kahn, international banker-a suave, stocky, domineering head by Sculptor Jo Davidson ; near him, in the twilight, H. P. Davison, a banker no less famed, gazed with measured glance out of the paint of Sir William Orpen. For its economy of drawing, its matchlessly skilful blend of rich sombre hues, this portrait was undoubtedly the masterpiece of the exhibition. Sir William was also represented by his portrait...
...fact seems to be that we are living in an age and a land vigorously dramatic. Some forty years ago Edmund Clarence Stedman, lamenting "the twilight of the poets," predicted that the next important movement would be in the theatre. It might not be easy to convince the free versiflors that their genius is fading in crepuscular gloom. But the playwrites have no doubt whatever that they are ascending the skies on the car of Aurora. Young and old, they are up and doing in the tank town and the university no less than in Broadway. If the eager groping...