Word: vividness
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...life, I played in this park ao a boy. That's the first girl I ever loved, pale and blonde-she was an American, 18 years old-standing near the Indian street girl. That street girl was the second love in my life. She's more vivid to me now-our contact was more violent. And that lady with the pinwheels, way over on the right, is Lupe Marin, my first wife. Frida Kahlo, my third wife, has one hand on my shoulder. That thing in her other hand is the Chinese symbol for the unity of opposites...
Kiss of Death. A hard, cold yarn with Victor Mature, Richard Widmark, and vivid, real-life settings (TIME, Sept...
Kiss of Death. A hard, cold yarn about a burglar who turns stool pigeon, with Victor Mature, Richard Widmark, and vivid real-life settings (TIME, Sept...
Battle Pitch. What happened at last week's debarkations depended on what paper you read, and what country you lived in. From behind the burlap screens on the cages, American reporters saw "pitched, bloody battles." Over vivid A.P. and U.P. dispatches, many a U.S. paper used such headlines as TROOPS WIELD CLUBS TO EMPTY SHIP. From behind the same screens, British reporters saw British troops using restraint, helping old women and children down the gangplanks and generally behaving like gentlemen. A typical British headline (in the London Daily Telegraph-): JEWS USE BOTTLES & CLUBS ON TROOPS. The Evening News admitted...
...accumulated knowledge at the expense of imagination." Real reading is a process of remembering. "Books rarely if ever put anything into the mind of the reader which is not already there. The primary effect of reading is awakening, not informing. . . Books startle the mind into closer and more vivid contact with its own culture, or send it adventuring into strange places. . . . Unless in some way or at some time words, sentences, or books explode thus beneficently and creatively, not only revealing life but showing us how to live, reading is a waste of time...