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...business, it is obvious that the Rev. W. G. Pollard is getting heaven out of "ordinary space" none too soon [Oct. 13]. Nobody is going to invade "the fifth dimension" in a hurry, and perhaps it will never be even clearly envisioned except by those who frequent the twilight zone. Khrushchev may not buy this new heaven, but, fortunately, he can't prove it isn't a reality...
...their leader challenged in print-even by an outsider. Both Pravda and Izvestia prefaced the Wechsler columns with statements disavowing their contents ("This article is of definite interest, although the editors cannot agree with some of its propositions"). Nevertheless, they let Wechsler have his full say: "In the twilight of a gray afternoon, I sat with a man one year younger than myself whose decisions may be the final ones of our century. He is the son of a very wealthy man, and therefore the perfect caricature for the Communist propagandists who like to equate all our deeds with...
...18th green at Chicago's Olympia Fields Country Club, in the uncertain twilight, Carl Jerome Barber squinted cautiously down the shaft of his putter at the ball. A long 60 ft. stretched between him and the cup, and Dallas Pro Don January, 31, would take the P.G.A. first money if Barber missed. Barber didn't miss. He sank his putt and a tie was his. In the play-off next day, holing long putts with fresh assurance. Jerry Barber finished one stroke ahead of January to become, at 45, the oldest and smallest golfer ever...
Essays and Introductions, by William Butler Yeats. These are the thoughts of the early Yeats, the prophet of the Celtic Twilight. Here is the cult of beauty, the mystique of art as religion, and the strange notions that somehow fed the glories of his poetry...
Essays and Introductions, by William Butler Yeats. These are the thoughts of the early Yeats, the prophet of the Celtic Twilight. Here is the cult of beauty, the mystique of art as religion, and the strange notions that somehow fed the glories of his poetry...