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...from this barbaric palace. It may have been the actual hall where he was converted to Christianity. According to a legend repeated by the Venerable Bede, a pious thegn called his attention to a sparrow that flew into the hall in the dead of winter, lingered awhile in the warmth, and then vanished again into the winter dark. The sparrow's stay, the thegn intoned, was like human life, brief and soon ended. King Edwin, says the Venerable Bede, was impressed and converted. Other historical evidence suggests more crassly that Edwin was converted by his Christian wife...
...reclaim his daughter from his sister-in-law, who blames him for his wife's death. Seven-year-old Rachel Whitman is most fetching and unaffected as the young daughter. Phyllis Ferguson is completely believable as the sister-in-law, mixing resentment for her toiling and skimping with a warmth and tenderness. James Stinson plays her sympathetic husband with suitable low pressured earnestness. Roger Moldovan is more than effective in the lead, without being over-sentimental. Robert Hesse looks properly drunk and idiotic in the walk-on part, and Lee Jefferies is suberbly plastered as an old love...
...achieved through understatement, through minute shadings within a restrained gamut. The resulting "parfum imperissable," to borrow the title of one of Faure's songs, is perfectly suited to the evocative gentleness of Maeterlinck's great Symbolist play; it is, if I may indulge in oxymoron, music of cool warmth. Such music as this demands an extraordinarily nuanced performance from every player; yet all came through with the requisite sensitivity, and the music really breathed...
Arcularis' life has been drained of warmth by a moment of childhood shock: the discovery of the drowned bodies of his beautiful young mother and his uncle who was her lover. But now, on the dream voyage, the mother and the uncle reappear, and at the close of his life he is again suddenly aware in a new way of her forgotten youth and beauty...
Author Roosenburg. now a LIFE reporter, writes with such warmth and euphoria that often the great migration of prisoners seems as jolly as a Sunday in the park. The heady excitement of survival made it easy to put the dreadful past out of mind and heart. Nearing home. Henriette says: "I feel like one of those violinists at a concert who gets called back for an encore. I was so convinced that I was going to die and that the concert was over, but apparently life wants an encore. I just realized that tonight...