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Latest loot: Van Eyck's Adoration of the Lamb which was last week reported in Berchtesgaden...
...long-predicted "famine" a false alarm. Butter stocks were over 100 million lb., as against a normal spring supply of 40 million lb. Lard stocks were the biggest ever. Total meat production in March was 27% greater than a year ago. There were hints that point values for lamb and mutton, butter, pork products, and some beef cuts would be reduced on May 1 Manhattan's bustling fish market was swamped one day by the arrival of 1.5 million Ib. of fish (normal daily average: 650,000 Ib.). Warehouses and cold-storage plants from coast to coast were bursting...
...Reverend Joseph Priestley, radical and scientist. But his zeal for religion faltered; young Hazlitt decided to become a painter. Art proved tumultuous. When his canvases displeased him - as they often did - Hazlitt slashed them to pieces in fits of rage. Nice girls also displeased Hazlitt. When Charles Lamb introduced Hazlitt to a group of them, the essayist snarled that "they drove him mad." Well established already, says Authoress Maclean, was the "deep division in his nature ... a tendency to react from extreme refinement of feeling to extreme grossness of desire." Wrote Coleridge : "Hazlitt, to the feelings of anger and hatred...
...office hours, Lamb wrote poems, essays, plays, and made pioneer researches into the then-forgotten works of Elizabethan dramatists. He was warmly but discreetly generous. "The greatest pleasure I know," he once said, "is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out-by accident." He protected his thin skin by constantly laughing at himself. When his first produced play, Mr. H-, flopped, Lamb was found in the front row hissing louder than anyone else...
Once a week Mary opened up the big mahogany table in the book-lined living room and made ready for one of the famous Lamb literary evenings. Once Coleridge talked for two hours without stopping, while Wordsworth nodded approvingly from time to time. Asked later if he had understood what Coleridge was talking about, Wordsworth replied: "Not one syllable." Strangest visitor of all was Painter and Essayist Thomas Griffiths Wainewright-who suddenly departed for Paris. Reason: over a period of years he had quietly poisoned his uncle, his mother-in-law and two sisters...