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...President, who had gone out from Washington to get away from blueprints and reports, soon shoved printed matter aside, set off at the head of a 40-car motor caravan to see things for himself. Rolling through stubbly, barren fields, over roads which blanketed the party in dust, the President inspected a sample WPA dam, turned into the farm of big, blue-eyed, young J. J. Boehm. While Mrs. Boehm and six small Boehms stared, the President asked: "How many acres have you?" "President," replied Farmer Boehm in a thick German accent, "I got 480 and I am having...
...raise money in his Anglican diocese. Unhappy and hard-pressed was the same noble Lord Spiritual last week when he learned that one of his clergy, a 70-year-old-curate from Camelsdale, near Haslemere, named Rev. William Henry Boyne Bunting, had turned on the gas, died in his barren bedroom along with his wife Hilda, 56. Curate Bunting left a note declaring that his son James was in possession of most of the family money, between $15,000 and $20,000. A coroner's jury, formally pronouncing the Buntings suicides, observed that their son had acted...
...Burning Wheel, a volume of poems. After the War he became an art, music and dramatic critic, was on the staff of London House and Garden when, in 1921, he published his first novel, Crome Yellow. The dominant note of that book, as of Antic Hay and Those Barren Leaves which followed it, was one of unamiable cynicism over the prevailing moods and purposeless behavior of post-War English intellectuals. In Huxley's characters purpose was always identified with hypocrisy, devotion to any ideal with ineffectuality or self-deception. Between long highbrow talks, usually on science...
...bleak North Cape, 75 miles farther on, drops anchor to give its passengers a chance to swim in the warm water, pick flowers, stare at the flat-faced Lapps. The town is not much to see, standing in a few clumps of transplanted birches on a barren island. Largely of wood, it was rebuilt after a fire in 1890, has such modern facilities as electricity...
...even at the end of his life"), had picked up everything he knew from cafe talk in Paris. The problem of style had never occurred to him before he met Yeats; their collaboration was "unmixed misfortune for Moore, it set him upon a pursuit of style that made barren his later years." And Moore misunderstood his talent in other ways. He prided himself on his discerning palate. A tricky friend, dining with him in a restaurant, found the soup particularly good but slyly said to Moore: "Do you mean to say you are going to drink that?" Moore tasted...