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...seek the gayety of modern Babylons, it offers the front rows of the orchestra, from which the legendary business man is for once expelled, all-pervading music and no less pervading perfume, tete-a-tetes among the palms, tinkling of glasses and a toast. To those who return to fond firesides, the holiday offers an assortment of ties selected by solicitous aunts, the open adoration of young cousins, the damp and dutiful kiss of younger sisters, advice, but with these the Christmas tree, the familiar faces, the Yule-log brightness, and Christmas joy. To all, Cambridge acolytes, metropolitan revelers...
...decided success; in fact, it nearly equals the almost forgotten days when the writer was an undergraduate of the College, when the Lampoon was very young, and the worthy paper in whose columns this review is printed lay, a charming infant, mewling against the hirstute breast of her fond and indulging parent, the Harvard Advocate...
...Pilgrims sat down to luncheon. The Pilgrims?the modern Pilgrims, not the Fathers, of course-are fond of such an amiable proceeding. By such means they seek to strengthen the bond of mind and tongue and blood (in part) of old England and new United States. So several times a year they surround a common board, listen to the lighter observations of ambassadors and dignitaries, rejoicing in the amenities and urbanities of Anglo-American relations...
...Story. The book is about several Forsytes and several more of their connections. Chiefly, there is Fleur Mont, collector of people-celebrated people, very modern people. In her collection was Wilfrid Desert, poet, who became much too fond of her. Here was a problem. Fleur wanted him 'in the collection. On the other hand, she did not love him even as much as she loved her husband, Michael, Wilfrid's best friend. She tried for a long while to eat her cake and have it too. Wilfrid would deliver ultimata-demanding that she yield "now or never." Somehow...
This, unfortunately, does not still the ancient fond between authors and critics. The author feels that his whole literary life may be destroyed by a spiteful commentator, and if his work has no real merit, that is what is likely to happen. It is the resentment which any craftsman feels on having his work weighed and condemned, or perhaps accorded some slight mead of praise, by a mere layman. The obvious solution is to admit that critics are also authors and that the creation of an intelligent reading public, which is the critic's function, is no less essential than...