Word: incesting
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...well as the workings of a fox's mind, one can hunt, even on foot, with great success, on cold-hunting days. . . . After all, poetry is not a written record of what one does. Were it so, Shakespeare would have been hanged for murder and Sophocles for incest. Poetry is the spiritual enjoyment of what one understands. I wrote my tale of the Fox because I felt deeply the beauty and the life of hunting." Editor-Sportsman A. Henry Higginson, son of the late Tycoon Henry Lee Higginson (founder of Boston's famed Lee, Higginson...
...deal of money, and after she had cozened Gerard (who loved her) into marrying Agatha (who loved Paul). The treachery disclosed, Paul takes poison, Elizabeth prepares to shoot herself. "A few more seconds of courage, and they would come out where flesh is dissolved, where souls are wed, where incest no longer roams...
...Frenchman and a Marmoset. Its esoteric appeal will be at once evident by the following quotation. "Me. I am hees muzzaire, hees seestaire, le consort of hees soul, le angel of his destinay! she declaimed passionately." Here in a few words is a compact, clear, concordance of the incest theme, inherited through Racine from the great Greeks. The French with their superior sensibility for inferring symbolically the heart of the situation, substitute here a small animal, a marmoset, for the loved one, thereby reducing the horror of the situation which could, otherwise, be unbearable...
...unnatural inflection that, 1,500 years later, Cesare Cardinal Borgia inclined to?incest with his sisters. His fancies led him to roast people alive, feed others to wild beasts. He loved to mutilate children, women, men. At executions he made victims' parents attend and after the slaughter dine with him, to enjoy their obsequious gagging...
...boulders on a headland near Carmel, Calif. Falcons nested in his tower of "hawk-perch" stones. Some years ago he offered Tamar and Other Poems to Manhattan publishers but only an obscure Irish printer, Peter G. Boyle, would risk handling such inflammable material as a tragedy of incest (TIME, March 30, 1925). Reviews soon brought him to a notice for which he has small regard but which must become, despite the book world's busy piddlings, nationwide and perpetual...