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...these words but their Latin equivalent were written last week by Pope Pius XI. They, together with many another illuminating the same question, formed the first papal encyclical of the year and the eleventh encyclical composed by the present pontiff. Superficially, they were merely a restatement of the principles which have guided the Roman Catholic Church throughout its entire existence; principle all based upon the principle of permanence. But the encyclical also had a more specific effect; this was to dispose once more and perhaps finally of the plans for a union of the Anglican and Roman Catholic Churches, much...
After this there was a clamor about the most fitting burial place for so great an author. It was decided that the ashes of the man who had written, in the last paragraph of one of his greatest novels, "'Justice was done' . . . and the President of the Immortals had ended his sport with Tess. . . ." should be taken to Westminster Abbey, burial place of famed Englishmen, preserved in a vault. His heart, removed from his body before cremation, was buried in the earth at Dorchester...
...Eliot, whose works it resembled in certain details. In 1891, before literary England had properly heard of George Bernard Shaw, before Oscar Wilde was a bad name, before ten final absurd years had burned up in a bright sputter for the end of a smoldering century, Thomas Hardy had written Tess of the D'Urbervilles, the most famous of all his fine, austere, tempestuous novels. Four years later he had written Jude the Obscure, the saddest, the last...
Like many another man who has written fiction, Thomas Hardy had first fashioned verses. Done with prose before he was 60, he returned to poetry, but not with the weak dilettantism of a used-up writer who wished to knot up the last frayed edges of his thought. In his verse† he states more succinctly, more bitterly the angry, scornful, rebellion with which he regarded the dismal riddle of existence. The terse wrinkled lines of his poetry are like those of his small face in their expression of quiet pessimism, of a thoughtful, stoic sorrow. His "Epitaph...
...recent biographers of Galahad and of Napoleon collaborated on a title for this book, they would undoubtedly have chosen: "Talleyrand and his Girl Friends: or Too Much of his Private Life to Explain his Reputation." In which case, this review need have been written...