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...cadaver sprawled in a coffin, stifling back a scream with his hand-a scream that comes from "the pain of knowledge of that death in life which we begin experiencing early," Greene explains. Behind the coffin lid, a mourner gestures upward as if in hope. But his candle remains unlit...
...unhappy ragamuffin, he spent his hours as a chronic hooky player from school. "Just like I remember it," said Floyd. "Crazy, man," said a trainer. Someone else had found Floyd's hideaway. Rummaging around, he found a pilfered wallet left behind by a pickpocket. Clambering down from the unlit alcove, the champ brushed off the soot and sighed. "Now I can get it off my mind...
...much. "He is," says a friend, "the ever-loving, good-time-Charlie Scandinavian come out of the woods on Saturday night for fun, sociability, and a yearning to spread joy." In the cave of winds that is the U.S. Senate, Magnuson speaks seldom, putters about the aisles with an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth. Says he: "If you've got the votes, you don't need the speech, and if you need the speech, you don't have the votes." For that matter, Maggie preaches to others what he practices himself. Entering the Senate late...
Wintery Hyperbole. Waving an unlit blue cigarette in a holder, she pops her eyes, works her mouth into exotic shapes from figure eights to dodecahedrons, now and then poking forth a grooved tongue until she seems to be a rain-spouting functional gargoyle held up by a wildly flying buttress. All of this, including her guffaws between jokes, is merely punctuation. Phyllis Diller is not just a buffooning grotesque. Her form of comedy is even older than she is. and it runs counter to the trend of modern, storyline comedians, but her hard, calculatedly frenzied style goes over brilliantly...
Reading through a big collection of short stories is like staying too long at a noisy party. Individual impressions blur; one woman waiting uncertainly with an unlit cigarette becomes all women with that mannerism, and a silly remark made once too often makes fools, unfairly, of all who repeat it. Similarly, the impression persists that at least one-quarter of these Conrad Aiken stories begin with characters waking up in the morning, and that most of his women have "the blackest and fiercest eyes I have ever seen." The repetitions may not be important-short stories are not meant...