Word: wakeful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...only one who believed him was Sparrow Saltskin, "Half Hebe 'n half crazy," a petty grifter and dog thief who adored Frankie because the Dealer was kind to him and protected him. ("Guys who think they can rough me up, they wake up wit' the cats lookin' at 'em." In an alley, he meant.) Frankie really liked Sparrow: "I'd trust him with my sister all night. Provided, of course, she wasn't carryin' more than 35 cents...
...conclude a review of Stephen Seley's book with: "It is now 24 years since James Joyce gave the world, in Ulysses, his great experiment in stream-of-consciousness writing. Baxter Bernstein not only recalls the horde of little streamlets that bubbled up in the master's wake but proves once & for all that though the great original is still alive and glowing, its imitators are only fit to be dropped thhhh into the cuspidor" [TIME, July...
...wrote Ernest in the New York Times Book Review, "became a critic or entered other fields it could lead to grave humiliations . . . Think of how it could shake a writer's confidence to lose the Secretariat of Agriculture to Louis Bromfield in some little smoke-filled room, or wake some morning to find that it was André Malraux who was managing De Gaulle instead of you, or that Jean-Paul Sartre had won the hand of Simone de Beauvoir while you had been left at the post in the Fifth at Aqueduct. No, I think it is better...
...Today, the widely publicized cancer campaigns [and] the overzealous, inexperienced routineers who man many clinics . . . who heedlessly and needlessly frighten patients, are rapidly increasing individual panic into a national stampede. Unchecked, this movement will leave in its wake a wide swath of hopelessly neurotic persons, of disabled and unnecessarily mutilated women...
...years since James Joyce gave the world, in Ulysses, his great experiment in stream-of-consciousness writing. Baxter Bernstein not only recalls the horde of little streamlets that bubbled up in the master's wake but proves once & for all that though the great original is still alive and glowing, its imitations are only fit to be dropped thhhh into the cuspidor...