Word: whispers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...illusion of verisimilitude, much more than do Faulkner's, though of course they suffer from the necessity of proving that existence is unpleasant and futile. Two novel devices, somewhat reminiscent of Dos Passons' "Camera Eye" and "Newsreels" are used by March to emphasize and reiterate his theme. "The Whisper" consists of dozen very short stories which interrupt the main narrative to state in parables the recurring motifs of the novel; "From the Diary of Sarah Tarleton" consists of excerpts from the self-book of a pious old lady who looked on life with unruffled satisfaction in her God and herself...
Speaking internationally by radio, 82-year-old Sir Oliver Lodge, British spiritualist, said: "This may possibly prove to be my last talk. . . . Let me take an af- fectionate farewell." A whisper: "Good...
...times since pneumonia laid him low Melvin Traylor collapsed beyond all hope of recovery. Seven times since he took to his bed last month, the Chicago banker rallied to confound his doctors. One morning last week his heart stopped for two minutes. That evening he stirred from coma to whisper: "How tired I am!" At 11 o'clock the doctors called the family. After seven minutes the stout Traylor heart stopped beating for good...
...very, very few large courses in Harvard University in which there is truly inspired lecturing. Once or twice during the year, there will come a moment, as Professor Lake reads from the Bible, when the scratching of pens and pencils will cease, students will straighten to complete attention, every whisper will fade to nothingness, and, for a few long seconds, the class will hold its breath, while Professor Lake passes the climax of his passage. Such tension can only last for a moment, but the effect of it lasts years. To have been present on one of those occasions...
Yellow lights glowed from all four floors of an abandoned cigar factory in Newark, N. J. one night last week. A sickle moon hung in the sky. From the upper windows came susurrous sounds, growing louder and louder, a whisper repeated a hundredfold, until finally the whole neighborhood rang and rang with the cries: "Isn't it wonderful! Peace! Peace! Peace! Ain't it wonderful! OOooh! Peace! Peace...