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...Significance. Nowadays it takes a mental eye of high velocity detail, the myriad activities of knowing young Manhattanites. There are so many things to do and everything is done so quickly. To cover the assignment with the thoroughness and mimetic accuracy (but not the rancor) of a Sinclair Lewis, and at the same time to create four central characters of breathless reality, and a Dickensian hurly-burly of minor characters, and to keep them moving through their swift social traffic under their own power and in their right positions, requires a highly developed social instinct and something akin to literary...
...treated the reporters, and their myriad constituents, so much like intelligent beings that by and large the despatches from Grande Anse were quiet and sensible, with very little trash about the social "incongruity" between the bride and groom except where headline writers wrote: "WILDWOOD LENA," "DAUGHTER OF FOREST," "HUMBLE SCION...
...Story.† Serafino Gubbio serves a black, knock-kneed spider. Daily he whets its appetite with coils of transparent membrane. Not knowing why, creatures come near and sacrifice their real selves to the spider. Serafino Gubbio helps the spider devour them. Not long afterwards, myriad people issue from dark places where, seeking pleasure, they have seen the ghosts made by the spider. Relieved to be out again, they say, "What terrible rot!" Serafino Gubbio is a cinematograph operator for a big company near Rome...
...Kern County at last got out their plows and strewed deep furrows with poisoned grain. Then they got wheelbarrows, stacked the mouse corpses in pyres and the funeral smoke of myriad mice plumed the lowlands. They died, it was estimated, at the rate of 1,000 for every 75 feet of trench, per day. Gunfire and chlorine gas helped stem the tide but not for four days were the mice officially declared beaten...
...rather tough, inarticulate "war bird." He "laughs off" the emotion stirred in him by a full moon at sea, by guessing he needs "a little loving" and wondering about the trained nurses aboard. He records the deaths of comrades with as little flourish as he accords their myriad fly-by-night amours. "If these boys can fly two-bladers like they can fly four-posters there'll be a shortage of Huns before long." The irony of Death in a British training camp bears down heavily. Life, however, is simple: flying today, women tonight, tomorrow cannot be helped...