Word: descented
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...only one over to witness an appreciable turnout of parallel enthusiasts, because Rose alone can be reached from the road. There are a wealth of virgin mountain-sides in Tahoe's environs, the most notable of which is Freel's Peak, a two-mile bowl with a possible descent of 3000 feet...
...Dark Descent. Miss West's book is a descent into the circles of a drab inferno. It was reached through several pit heads-the bomb-battered building of London's Central Criminal Court, the House of Lords, a court martial near the blitzed waterfront at Portsmouth. Above all, it was reached through the collapsing corridors of many ruined minds...
...misery of mounting debts, he worked with a jeweler's patience on his "poetry of departure." Instead of honor and recognition, his Fleurs du Mal brought him ignominy, and a court order suppressing six of the poems as obscene. Five years later came the crisis in his long descent towards damnation; on Jan. 23, 1862, he wrote, "I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror . . . and today I have received a singular warning. I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me." Baudelaire was dying slowly of syphilis...
...Steep Descent. The man who can put medieval scholasticism into such comfortable modern dress was born in Belfast, Ireland, where his grandfather, an itinerant Welsh boilermaker-turned-shipbuilder, had settled. At the age of twelve, young...
...recent anthology of Macdonald's work (TIME, June 2), Lewis confesses the importance of that day's purchase: "I had already been waist-deep in Romanticism; and likely enough, at any moment, to flounder into its darker and more evil forms, slithering down the steep descent that leads from the love of strangeness to that of eccentricity and thence to that of perversity. Now Phantasies was romantic enough in all conscience; but there was a difference. . . . What it actually did to me was to convert, even to baptise . . . my imagination. It did nothing to my intellect...