Word: victorians
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...oldest of the 39 immortals in the Académie Française, author of more than 100 books, one of France's most popular novelists at the turn of the century, when his novels, such as La Robe de Laine, caught the mood of the late Victorian era, extolling the ideals of family life, religious piety and love of one's country; in Paris...
...past, the primitive life has been portrayed wistfully by Western thinkers in various ways. Rousseau saw it as freedom from the corruptions of civilization; Freud saw it as freedom from restrictive Victorian sexual morality. More recently and more subtly men like Riesman have implied a relative lack of anxiety in a simple, unchanging social situation. In one way or another, men have longed for the stable uncomplicated primitive life, whether it be on a South Sea island or in a Neo-lithic farming community. The ford myth of an effortless Eden dies hard, stubbornly resisting the evidence of numerous expeditions...
...Deane Edwards, president of the 2,000-member Hymn Society of America, argues that "hymnody must be kept abreast of the life of the church.'' But in replacing Victorian flotsam, hymnal makers have cautiously steered away from abrupt modernization, or harmonies more discordant than Brahms's. Instead, they have subtly blended, like the bride's trousseau, something old, something borrowed, something...
...chief targets of contemporary hymnpresarios are what they call "jiggy tunes"-the sentimental lyrics of late Victorian Christianity, with their self-directed emphasis upon individual salvation, and their grim and hypocritical portrayal of man's sinfulness. Most clergymen today wince at the thought of having to lead their faithful in Rock of Ages ("Foul, I to the fountain fly/ Wash me, Saviour, or I die") or Mrs. C. F. Alexander's all too vivid hymn entitled The Circumcision...
...visual bravura of The Trial. Much of the film was shot on one of the most spectacular sets a camera ever saw: the abandoned Gare d'Orsay in Paris. Once the great terminal was a cast-iron cathedral of transport. Now it is a colossal hunk of Victorian junk, a sagging cavern, dim and vast, that dribbles dainty stalactites of iron filigree: a world like Kafka's world, a dead world waiting for the wrecker's ball...