Word: wente
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Cautiously, the three men went to work on the authorities. Last week, Francisco Franco made a historic gesture. His government formally offered full Spanish citizenship (after careful screening) to descendants of those Jews who went to Greece and Egypt after their expulsion in 1492. A week earlier, Franco had granted permission for the opening of Moise Lawenda's temple...
When the Atlantic Monthly held its first prize novel contest 23 years ago, a flood of 1,150 manuscripts engulfed the editorial staff; extra readers were hired to weed out the hopeless entries. Into the rejects went a manuscript titled Jalna, written by a Canadian woman named Mazo de la Roche. Its handsome binding caught the eye of one of the Atlantic's regular editors. He picked the manuscript out of the discard, glanced at it and did not stop reading until he had finished it. Jalna won the contest's $10,000 first prize...
Twenty-five years ago, at the University of Toronto, three history lecturers became fast friends. Two, Lester Bowles Pearson and Hume Wrong, went into Canada's foreign service; George Parkin de Twene-brokes Glazebrook stayed on as a history professor. During the war, Mike Pearson drafted Glazebrook to help him in the Department of External Affairs. Last week Glazebrook was drafted again, to direct Canada's Joint Intelligence Bureau...
...Ortega once snapped at a lady who had asked for his ideas on life. "I merely observe others live." Over the years, Ortega's observations have not been pleasant. His Spain was merely "a cloud of dust that was left hovering in the air when a great people went galloping [away]." The world was not much better. Suffering from a "vertical invasion" of the masses, it had been taken over by the commonplace mind. It was a time "superior to other times; inferior to itself . . . Never perhaps has the ordinary man been so far below his times...
...might pick, Spaniards would remember what it was like to have Ortega around. He had been a proud and fastidious figure, quoted and copied everywhere. When he lectured at the University of Madrid, students jammed his classes. He was called "the philosophical Pope of Spain"; and when he went to his favorite coffeehouse, it was with a crowd of disciples tagging behind. There, perched on the edge of his chair, he would hold forth each night, spinning phrases like sparks from a pinwheel, sometimes until the sun came...