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From The House of the Arrow, by A. E. W. Mason:
***"I step into a little narrow alley and I peep round the corner. I peep with my eyes," and Waberski pointed to them with two of his fingers as though there was something peculiarly convincing in the fact that he peeped with them and not with his elbows.***The clocks in Dijon clash out and take up the hour from one another and pass it on to the hills.***Of course, Jim reflected, there was a strain of the mountebank in Hanaud....A strain of the mountebank indeed! He had a great deal of the mountebank. More than half of him was probably mountebank. Possibly quite two-thirds!"Oh, damn the fellow! What in the world did he notice?" cried Jim. "What did he notice from the top of the Tower? What did he notice in this hall? Why must he be always noticing something?" and he jammed his hat on in a rage and stalked out of the house.***[Who Needs Context? dept.]"The young lady," said Jim, "happens to be a port-manteau!"***To the amazement of them all Moreau began to laugh. Up till now he had been alert, competent and without expression. Stolidity had been the mark of him. And now he laughed in great gusts, holding his sides and then wringing his hands....Once or twice he tried to speak, but laughter leapt upon the words and drowned them."What in the world is the matter with you, Nicolas?" Hanaud asked."But I beg your pardon," Moreau stammered, and again merriment seized and mastered him. At last two intelligible words were heard. "We, Girardot," he cried, settling an imaginary pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and went off into a fit.***
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unearths some literary gems.
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unearths some literary gems.
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unearths some literary gems.
From The New Yorker, Jan.-June 1926:
***There is...that terrible moment at which one of the deck-hands hears the word "efficiency" and most comically asks, "What fish did you see?"***[Hello, Lola!] does not even live up to the standard of things called Hello, Lola!***Easter, a play twenty-five years old, looks and acts its age.***That portion of the public which likes to take its drama while lolling on the small of its intellect.***Add to them the delightful young giggler of one Phyllis Connard.***[Beau-Strings] is a cleverly dull evening.***["Playing along," in the Wilde]Dudley Digges, who directed [a 1926 revival of The Importance of Being Earnest] plays along capitally as the country curate.***...and twenty more Et Ceteras dutifully doing forty So Forths.***If so many Jims Corbett and Felixes Isman had not had their memories printed...***Notes on a few of the attachments:"Great Caesar's Ghost": Previously, I've encountered this only as an oath, never as an actual persona or archetype! (May be a one-off.)The "pin drop / Grant's tomb" item illustrates exactly that--a protagonist in a humor piece dropping the proverbial pin in the proverbially silent tomb.The incidental truncation that appears to read "cow Art" in the item labeled "yes" actually said "Moscow Art [Theater, I guess]"; but the layout had to make a detour around an illustration, as one does.
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