Word: clouded
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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Wodehouse usually anchors his cloud-cuckoo land in Shropshire, Sussex and London. Dominating the loony Wodehouse landscape are two hoary eminences-Blandings Castle and its proprietor, "that amiable and boneheaded peer," the ninth Earl of Emsworth. In the course of some 40 years of nonsense, the multiple Wodehouse nitwits and their overlapping, interlacing misadventures have come to revolve more & more dizzily around Blandings. Hence only confirmed Wodehousians are sure if the stories are one great inspiration or several. Experts incline to recognize four...
...incredible stupidity and conservatism of Great Britain's Imperial General Staff very nearly lost World War II before it ever began. So says Captain B. H. Liddell Hart, military theorist whose misinterpreted belief in the virtue of defensive fighting has put him under a cloud, but whose military dope is still among the best in Britain. Last week a new Liddell Hart book*; reached the U. S., and one of its chapters, called "Wasted Brains," exposes that stupidity in all its lurid details...
...elected him chairman of the camp entertainment committee. Legally last week Houde was still Mayor of Montreal, and right up to election day his salary ($10,000 a year) was paid to Mme. Houde while he earned in addition 20? daily for work in the camp. Even under this cloud, last week Camillien Houde saw his political henchman Leon Trepanier win 15,591 votes, just 974 votes short of victory in a listless election...
...same time that he comes near to destroying the lives of those he loves most. Unlike the average Hollywood product, this film uses the setting to great advantage in creating atmosphere. The story takes place in the Napa vally of California, a beautiful fruit-growing area surrounded by brown, cloud-topped hills and dotted with rich farms. The landscape frames a touching story, and makes an impressive whole...
Forced to think about Percy Bysshe Shelley, most people visualize something with wild hair, wild eyes, a decollete shirt, poised to intone: "Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!" Responsible for this conception is Shelley's official biographer, Professor Edward Dowden, and a whole school of Victorian apologists. They have busily sold Shelley as an inspired listener to skylarks, with an unfortunate but irrelevant "interest in social revolution. Critic-Poet Francis Thompson advised would-be Shelleyans to "peep over the wild mass of revolutionary metaphysics" and discover...