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James Cramer '77, who has been described as a "ruddy-faced, breathless Philadelphian" and who remains a living legend within The Crimson's portals, told me last November that I hadn't the least idea what miscellaneousness meant, and I stopped writing this column. For reasons beyond my control, however, I'm taking it up again--age doth not wither nor custom stale...
Goretta works in an exhilaratingly quick, dry, uninflected style. He seems to have a horror of squeezing an emotion too hard or dwelling on a scene too long. He depicts a holdup with no more than a breathless glimpse of Pierre fleeing across a supermarket parking lot. He foreshadows the death of Pierre's father by juxtaposing sequences of youthful high spirits on a bicycle with views of the immobile face...
...walked quickly, running whenever she could. As she passed through neighborhoods, undoubtedly cutting a bizarre figure, there were other attempts to waylay her. She escaped. Soon she reached the city limits, with the countryside just ahead. Breathless and weary, she sped down the road. Suddenly rough hands seized her from behind and pinned her down. With all her might she struggled to break away but failed. "I'm being kidnapped!" she screamed over and over again at the top of her lungs. That was in vain, for beyond the city limits there was no one to hear...
...breathless narrative of Walter Hagen's closing charge in the 1924 British Open at Holyoke to catch Ernest Whitcombe jumps off of the page. Hagen was facing a long putt on the tenth hole after a shaky front nine when Darwin begins...
...mocks the genre of relentless felicity and refined sensibility, the kind of writing in which nothing happens but much is felt. "Her heart pressed up weakly against her ribs," the reader learns of Clara, a young working woman of the kind once called "spinster." Or "Clara felt slightly breathless as though the feebleness of the light was a sign of an ever-diminishing supply of oxygen." And (Clara, in perfect health, leaving a hotel) "Clara's ankles felt weak. There seemed no way she would ever get through the revolving doors ahead...